The brighter the sun the darker the shadows
night brings the dance of the stars and the hare
dawn silence is broken by the birds
and at noon the meadow swallows the molten sun.
Sleep is where dreams walk
colours glow brighter in memory
happiness is in lost moments.
Through this window the world turns
the business of living and dying
rolls implacably between the suns
while we trace our perverse route across the light
a swathe of darkness in the gold
and the blackened waste grows wider each day.