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Young children know what it’s like to play with stars.
Adults forget what it’s like to play with stars, and when children offer to teach them they’re far too busy.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries, And they soon had me packed into bed; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head.
He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy: But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
Birds see shades to us unseen, the in-betweens of every green
No wonder birdsong overflows, dizzy with blues of sky.
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat,
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And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
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Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
Beware of The Grey Fading your dreams And ambitions away
Like Hawking pilfering Space-time. Prometheus unlocks the lava doors, he squints at beaks of flames and feathered heat, forgets the naked skin protecting his hands; he reaches inside and steals a fistful of fire.
Do the trees outside sleep and wake like us? They breathe like us so maybe they unfurl their roots underground like we stretch our toes under covers? I want to ask the cheery tree by my window but it won’t speak to me – though I know it is alive.
It’s getting dark again, a closer dark that’s harder to shake off,
The dawn is a ball of cotton wool mist & it dabs its dew upon the night Which slips and slides Like a temporary tattoo
Suddenly – there it is As night is gently peeled away . . . a tattooed sun Shining on the forearm of time.
Time’s other arm thinks of the moment When a new moon will be transferred on her skin. She dreams of stars and endless skies.
