Silver shivers run past the breeze
leaving plains of white visions under the light

Distance and corners merge into a blurred vacant
platform
where the ghosts of the singing children dance

We stand aside each other
Leaning arm to arm
Locking fingers tightly
Me and my other half

Pictures are created by a silent venom
Diving into pools of sharp corners

Bushes set ablaze injecting some coloured lashings
Heat melts away the beloved tranquil course

We stand aside each other
Touching arm to arm
Locking fingers slightly
Me and my other part



Purple and blue faces left surplus in the sand
Coarse furnishings decorate the mind

Track tyres leave markings around constant bends
Time dissolves into oblivious ruin

We stand apart from each other
reaching for the others arms