Hello ,   Yes
a number 19 and a 31
with extra wuhan noodles
Delivery please
I'm isolating
Clocks ticking
foods not here
" Don't panic dear"

Wheres my oxygen
Struggling to breathe
struggling to breathe
struggling to breathe

Car arrives
Hatchback's open
The Chinese
......The Chinese
....Takeaway.

Today the sky was grey
Today the streets were grey
Today my work was grey
Today the clothes I wore were grey
Today on a canvas of grey
You painted a rainbow

The little boy looked out on Morecambe Bay
And wiped a tear away
‘so many of them all about to die’
God doesn’t want to help them daddy why?
‘Well son they’re not the same as you and me’

‘but teacher told me God loves all creatures........................
..............even cockles in the sea”
“I’ll pray and he will save them”

Zaijian

Tomorrow we’ll go feed the ducks
if it’s windy, tomorrows when we’ll fly that kite
and find some time to teach you how to ride your bike
Cos Tomorrow I’ll be home before its dark
And help you open presents, that never seem to make you smile
Tomorrow I won’t miss you chasing rainbows
Tomorrow we’ll have lots of time.
Today I looked,  your bike was small
I had the time but you were tall
An unused kite in the corner lay
But you had gone

And I wished for yesterday

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