Wilderness, underscored dreams, calm, quietly spoken - the big stuff
Mourning lights in flickering cathedrals
Bones picked on by vultures
Music that haunts away at half the night
It is after the dawn of the big stuff
Refracted from clay
Moulded from dust
Watered down horizons
Flat plains for artificial light, spider's webs
Silkiness to sing to
Float on the waves of contentment
Swing
Quietly spoken - cling on to the big stuff
