Like silver woodlice

That roll up into a ball

Every time I touch

In windowless rooms

Drowning in your blurry eyes

And double vision 

Rooted and grounded 

Clouds hang on the lonely mount

And there is no end

Under the mountain 

In the gravel and the shale

Lie dry broken bones

On cold mountain tops

The sharp bite of morning air

Snapping me awake

Ready to set sail

Following the western sun

What tales will unfold? 

Crimson coals glowing 

Scarlet flames flicker and lick

We open old wounds

Strong September sun

Stretching out summer shadows 

So sorry so sad

Orange smoke billows 

While the evening sunflowers 

Shake their dying heads 

Under a star cloud

My perspective is restored 

I am empty space 

Have I been betrayed? 

Or cast aside and mislaid? 

Where did I go wrong? 

In the shadow of

All my baby willow trees 

I lay down my sword

Torn into pieces 

Bulldozering what we grew 

Like a rolling stone 

Retracing my steps 

All my mistakes and regrets

As the leaves turn brown

Now it all makes sense 

I lay down my weary head

Here I find sweet rest

Under the oak tree

Where all of this first began 

Set my heart at peace 

Put me in the stocks

Make me be a laughing stock

Lock stock and barrel 

The pain of morning

Gnawing from the inside out

I drag myself on

Though this room is void

There are people all around 

And I love them all

All these lonely nights 

Fears rattle around my brain

Breaking me again 

Bouncy summer lawns

Spread under the clear blue skies

Ever changing clouds

If I see myself 

Reflected in a black pool

Would I recognise? 

Warm pools of sunlight

Dappling across my skin

While the trees stand firm

Silver stars dancing 

On the surface of the lake 

Until we jumped in