Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...

There are some things I cover with water,
layer upon layer, for them to fray...

Your hands, when you close their fingers,
fold like water between your eyes...

On my adventures, I sometimes see
teddies looking just like me...

I still wish and whisper, hope and plea
(with every shooting star I pretend to see...

I once imagined the tears in the world
break and shatter...

Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...

I wonder
if you can fly me...

I wait, amongst snow,
for the warmth of distant light...

when i saw you (and your shadow)
, you were as distant...

Off you went:
into the light and its faraway world...

Brick by brick, you decayed - like broken dreams
in a world too wide awake to remember...