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.