The sun is shining.
Birds chirping, gentle wind.
In the wuthering garden.
The lush sunshine a mile away.
Under the vintage roof I lay.
A cool sweat runs down my spine,
As I feel what’s behind,
I turn and see to feel a little more,
I see through the window,
As the clock hits four.
In the patterns of season drawn
I believe the summer born beauty
I saw it in today’s dawn.
Then I slept quite a few hours.
Then I saw outside… colourful twinkling lights.
I see it / I don’t see it
Sometimes colourless nights.
They help me see through eyes closed
That there’s more than my room.
More than me alone.