If you followed me on a walk,
In the sunshine of my mind,
What would you see?
Who would I be?
Would I be a yellow fairy,
Skipping between rows of sunflowers,
Higher than high,
Taller than tall?
Would I be a gargoyle,
Grinning hideously at the top of my
Great, grey stone wall?

If you followed me on a walk,
Through the tempest of myself,
What would you see?
Who would I be?
Would I be a giant black wolf,
Prowling the dense forests of Scotland,
Dimmer than dim,
Darker than dark?
Would I be the ghost of a lady,
All dressed in white, in an empty room,
Barer than bare,
Starker than stark?

If you followed me on a walk,
Through the corridors in my head,
What would you see?
Who would I be?
Would I be a great horse,
Pounding with my silver hooves the earth of a road that never ends,
Over and over,
On and on?
Would I be a painting,
A landscape,
My colour fading,
Paint peeling,
Rough and old,
Gloomy and wan?

If you followed me on a walk,
Through my own sweet fragile world,
I don't know what you'd see,
Or to you who I'd be,
But I know who I am,
No one knows more than me.
Would you like me to tell you?

13/09/2006