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Moonlight slips through a sliver
In the curtains and washes the room white.
Downstairs, strains of soft music whisper
From the stereo, of secrets of the night:
Shiny squares spin round and round
Mirroring young people’s careless dances,
Mirroring their loves and heartbreaks found,
Mirroring reckless risks and fearful defences.
Moonlight slips through a sliver
In the curtains as children sleep.
There are books strewn across the table
And on the floor sails a lonely ship:
Coloured lights shine red, green, blue
On glass bottles full of moody tears,
On those that over the cuckoo’s nest flew,
On year going on years.
In the curtains and washes the room white.
Downstairs, strains of soft music whisper
From the stereo, of secrets of the night:
Shiny squares spin round and round
Mirroring young people’s careless dances,
Mirroring their loves and heartbreaks found,
Mirroring reckless risks and fearful defences.
Moonlight slips through a sliver
In the curtains as children sleep.
There are books strewn across the table
And on the floor sails a lonely ship:
Coloured lights shine red, green, blue
On glass bottles full of moody tears,
On those that over the cuckoo’s nest flew,
On year going on years.