Eight questions reduced to four
Placed inside a circular city sphere
whilst time now waits below as i peer
at the theatre of the Ocean at my feet
And realise I haven’t a hat As it has sailed away.
What would happen if I taught you to fold a dream
made you a magnetised leaf
That could guide us away
from this trail of sea thoughts
To the calm of those moment’s that mattered most
away from those greying sky’s
that we now stand underneath
And I now lay this wreath.