When The Sky
When the sky turns dusky red
Only one star bright enough
You come to me, now and then
Out of something rising up
All that’s left of history
Black and whites of dreams that once
Couldn’t wait for Saturday
Couldn’t be without your hand
No such thing as shades of grey
You and I knew where to stand
From the launchpad we were bound
Pretty swiftly into sand
Having crashed we turned around
Got back on our feet again
Caught the next dream into town
We had so much time to spend
Wasting time and skimping on
All the things we might have learned
One more winter’s day has gone
Not that things are clearer now
Looking back’s a kind of con
Makes the real unreal somehow
All of us see different things
In the shadows, in the clouds
If we had the gift of wings
And the wit to travel through
All the songs nostalgia sings
Where would you go flying to?
Would I really fly to you?
poem by Jim Hogg
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