I walk along the sea shore,
feel the sand between my toes,
search for coloured treasures,
I call them jewels, you know.
I’ve kept it all wrapped up…
cocooned safely in warm cotton wool,
so no-one can hurt it or break it again…
no-one these strings can pull.
The sky is on fire,
sun and birds going to sleep;
ending perfect day
Shall we dance among the moonbeams,
hold each other safe and tight.
Play hide and seek in the shadows
by the magic of faint starlight.
A cloud of honey bees
over my chimney pot.