Dave Gwyther

Hold my hand
As we walk across the underground
Of cities drowned in sound

Take a sweet from a stranger
In the crowded awkward stagger
A we try to find our feet
Upon the shifting sands of time

Stand up to let wisdom sit
And fall upon it's partners side
As we glide across the earth
In metal made of man

And think for a moment
Of all the things you've said and done
As the twisted tounge of voices
Remind you you're still dreaming
But the dream is being done.

She smiles as yonder window breaks
She looks upon the earthen ground
She dreams of fairies fooled to escape
And passes onlookers hooked on cake

The sky is blue with hint of green
She waves to dragons and all in between
The snail men of sorrow tears to gleam
And she walks away to tired to see

The moon is home to men and wives
Whilst the earth bears fruit and tall tall lies
If you should ever becometh wise
Then here you shall fall to her wonderous eyes.