My little mate
the blackbird...

Mama rocks
daddy rolls...

A wedding dress
cob webbed...

If I could
bottle this feeling...

Is snow heavy or light
a dandelion's weightless flight...

Who will comfort me
when I'm dead...

A joy to unfold
a glory to behold...

My life
a secondary colour...

No matter
how hard I try...

An actor delivering
his lines...

I inherited
my father and mother's...

My fantasy
so far removed...