Strange 

the acceptance 

of passers-by, 

having passed 

how easily 

they let go.
Strangers 
in turn 

follow 

as an echo, 

heard whenever

light 

misses shadow. 

Waiting on lights

to change

from amber

to green;

hurtling towards

an abyss,

come, 

pull me through

the days dream.

You ask for

signs from God,

covers left closed

and pages rot.

Tear away feet, 

ground beneath. 

The emptiness behind, 

sun’s shoulders 

within reach.

On the tip 

of finger taps;

a waltz 

with clouds,

struggle lost 

to folds

in sheets. 

Sleep child,

sleep.

I’ll sing you

a lullaby

from the heart.

Make way,

for sails that

flap unfurled.

Make way,

for raising

of bars.

Sleep child,

sleep.

Slip away,

from this

troublesome world.

Slip away, 

from the moon

and stars.

Sleep child,

sleep. 

Play of four,

or seat three,

minus one.

‘Red book’ rules,

from land of 

rising sun.

Hurl the dice, 

with a chance,

half night’s done.  

Trek the maze,

feel the speak,

small talk sum.

Follow gaze,

not deterred,

Long since won.