The Winter Collection

There's a tide coming in 

He said close your eyes 

Follow me girl 

Into the forest we walk 

Blind folded my love 

Eyes wide open - 

Laundry hanging on the line 

Paper clipped heart shapes made of twine 

Tell me Mr sandman , I write fairy tales in sand , washed away by the hands 

Of the unforgiving tide - 

Follow me he says - 

He laughs - 

The forest is cold - 

The crows are screaming 

I ask,"have you heard a word I said?" 

The sun is setting 

The path is narrowing ,

You hold my hand and whisper - 

Trust me - 

I see him , leaving 

And I see him leaving too - 

I remember their suit cases were packed long before you got here . 

And I'm peeking through these cracks 

And I let go of your hand 

Because your fingers 

Are their fingers 

And I'm packed 

The train is waiting you see 

It's always waiting 

Paper mache heart 

Perfectly clipped to your hand 

In place where I once stood 

Tell me Mr sandman , 

How do I write fairy tales 

In pen ? 

With blind fold on 

Eyes closed