An amber lamp hung by a gold cord
Lights the halls of the morgue
All my friends have stepped outside
To leave their shadows behind
Now they flicker in morse
I’ll meet you in a dream
And scheme when no-one is following
High ceilings and wooden floorboards
House the roosting foreheads
That keep flying into the glass
Clouds rise to their highest point before they turn black
And trees bow supine and spill into the cracks
I have no words to constrain a feeling
It passed through the walls without a sound
Caught a ride on a wild horse
On its way to a merry-go-round
And on it’s head a silver horn
The one painting in the corner at the back
Small like a needle in a swirling stack
A warm wash of colour that i must have
But it couldn’t be for sale
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