"You can’t see the sea from my window.
From my window I see dogs, great and small,
People in their Sunday best
and shoes scuffed on the wall.
From my window I leap,
Scream at the floor, fall silent and weep.
From my window I reach out to the heavens
In colours green, yellow, red and blue.
I see lights
Wrapped in greys and whites
And also beautiful women,
With long legs and sad faces.
From my window I see the future and its fearful hue
I see a broken arch and a lost shoe
From my window I let my memories fly away
And I float out with them
Amidst the spring and the peace of the day.
From my window I dive into deep water
I come out, go down,
Up and down where the dark waters drain.
Like a suggestible balloon,
Thrall to the whims of the weather vane.
From my window I see wires
Which were once roads, paths and toil
From my window I see the world, mist,
I look back at the curved floor.
From my window…."