Sewing room.

The room so full the Windows steamed

Haunted twisted willow hill now so distant

as a wren hangs a charmed bracelet 

that sways in crystal clarity.


a mind lost In the lustre of winter reflections

Forgetting the hats often found in the sewing room

With that many egos we learnt to do handstands

And to shake them away from the tree

as the last chance for Change rolled away

Down knots in floors of imperial measure 

As we watched the day glow colours 

that erupted in the night.

—-
I see you now from my sleeping past 

A girl that dreamt to sail the world 

Proof gained from dramatic Cells 

of a chemists chest of narcotics.

—–
Replacement place mats back as I cast you back

Don’t forget treatment in the midnight garden

Set to burning painted sets and scenes 

home sown seeds that Grow 

And Surround your hair the Ravens nest.

—-

Watching that crooked and fused penny

I see you now from my sleeping past

A girl that dreamt to sail the world

Proof gained from dramatic Cells 

of the chemists chest of narcotics.

—–
A polling booth fire of ashen wasted leafs 

A present Set to Noted musical lines  

Pendants in hands and the powers out.

—–
I see you now from my sleeping past 

A girl that dreamt to sail the world 

Proof gained from dramatic Cells 

of a chemists chest of narcotics.