After the tick and before the tock
of the ticking clock
there’s a time where we exist

In a grain of sand lies a world in our hands
where only we can be
like the whistle of the wind
that others hear
but only we can see

We are the dark where the stars have been
and the deepest sea where none have seen
and like the flight of a bee
we shouldn’t be

We are the force that will never be known
and we have what we never can own

We are the warmth of a womb
and the cold of a tomb

And when the bullet’s fired from the gun
we are the  final breath
before its deed is done

We are a child’s first present
On a Christmas morn
shadows between the light and dark
at the break of dawn




We are the water in the desert
in the madman’s eye
a relentless hope
neither truth nor a lie

we are the music of a rainbow
the scent of a dream
Dali’s melting watches
Munch’s silent scream

The scratch on the sky
the aeroplane leaves
the secrets hidden in
a conjurers mysterious sleeves


We’re the memory of a place,
we’ve never been
a déjà vu or a waking dream

We are less than a moment
and more than a lifetime
and eternity is ours

The beginning of an end
and the end of a beginning

We never are
yet will always be
that’s
you and me