Springtime is over
don’t head for home.
Creep up the ladder
and steal over stone.

No time to forget this
world’s in your eyes.
Sway in the cloud blur
and light up the sky.

Cast off the colour
and tune in to black.
The moon touches your shoulder
and brings the day back.


(S. Wilson, The Moon Touches Your Shoulder, 1995)

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