I remember the wine

and your tomes of wonder

but no nursery rhyme

in the book of hunger

And as you clung to a twine

in your final slumber

I said: this leads to a kite

up in the wild blue yonder



Follow the moon

wind in the willows

in the hollow coriander clouds

dance in the mist across the asylum

where the sirens echo in the snow

beyond the afterglow

you must

you must believe in magic



And we danced in the hall

on Madeleine crumbles

through Joyce's The Dead

and The Lass of Aughrim

A Sea Spell in the dark

for the late Rosetti

you were alive as a lark

with a thorn of black confetti in your eye



Follow the moon

wind in the willows

in the hollow coriander clouds

dance in the mist across the asylum

where the sirens echoed in the snow

beyond the afterglow

you must

you must believe in magic