The ghost who sometimes haunts my attic
Is not up there
tonight.
She's lost
at sea
again.
For rather than terrify the household
she'd sooner bathe...
But she could never swim.
Hence her prior demise,
and why I cannot sleep...
We are tied, her and I,
by some promise where
I would rescue her
from the briny deep
in exchange
for rattling chains
and midnight howls.

Now it's off to sleep, and may
I find a dream to dance inside,
to smile my eyes shut tightly wide,
before the morning prattles?

A pillow mountain, rivers deep,
and blanket castles while I sleep.
(My dog could care less, she just lumps,
and snuggles, till the day.)

She lost her shoe
tripping away from the
midnight ball.
No prince would call
to save her from her plight
of dire domesticity.
For in her mean reality
there abided fairies, true,
But mute,
and they had no
tales to tell.

Don't go leaping
Into water
chasing after
Cute disaster
Noughan's daughter
Sings to fishers
Young and old
they lose their decking
All their wishes
All  untold
Skinny boy or
Old man whiskers
drowned-a-calm
by Noughan's daughter
smiling even
as they're weeping
in the deep
where they lay
sleeping.

This was her stone
her sacred place
high above the
space below
where she would go
when distance
came too close
when life decreed
its need
and insistence.
High up here
She'd relax her soul
and let it flow
out onto
the calm and go
the calm and go
the calm
from when to dawn.
For When was a wonder
always shifting
sifting sandish
with outlandish purpose
at notice
unwarned.
But dawn was and is.
She could smile and sit
with the that and this
of a constant
Shadow.
Wekemovye!
she would sing
as sun and stone
met
with her.
And children knew
Children knew.

Come gather round people, wherever you are
And hear this last song I play on my guitar
I've made one too many trips to the bar
And my voice is rapidly fading.
And the whiskey has gone straight to my head...
And these strings, they need a changing.
(goodnight)

Come gather round people, wherever you are
And hear this last song I play on my guitar
I've made one too many trips to the bar
And my voice is rapidly fading.
And the whiskey has gone straight to my head...
And these strings, they need a changing.
(goodnight)