I see the sea the sea is me and up above the sea the sky -
the sky is I -
and in between the line unseen.
The sailor's stitch, the traveller's twitch,
...
I had a dream, a simple dream,
‘bout little leaf floating down a stream.
She wound her way past flower and tree
unashamed of her anonymity.
...
Plough on;
over acre, under edge,
scratched by wren twitched thickets -
hawthorns smite and curse;
...
We are all waiting for it:
our swoon of moon in June.
We take our ticket and join the queue;
shuffling, expectant, envious
...
The queen is dead, they said;
the hive discordant,
fractured into counterpoint -
rumours like oil slicks
...
If I could see this through.
If I could flee the corks as they fly,
suddenly suicidal, from bottle necks.
Fizzing deep into the dark abyss, -
...
These memories we harbour
are so fragile;
thin ice opaque
above murky waters.
...
Marry me, and then leave.
Take me under the gate,
the arch, the peal.
Take me under the ravens -
...
Where do we go, when the night is done?
When the leaving lights are on
and new flesh inspected?
A baffled pallor the neon corrected;
...