Monday, 11 April 2011


In my bedroom

I can hear the sounds

Of a sea shell.

I'm pinned awake

And I can feel

The weight of moonlight.

I'm a mobile

My strings hung

From a crescent.

I search through tree tops

And behind tower blocks.

I find her

She's looking at her reflection

In the sea.

She's the maker of shadows

I'll always be in.

The night is hers only

And she has nothing

To say to me.


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