Fairy Lights
The heaving downtown sound glares loud
Like the lights on Christmas Avenue
The chill wraps around like a pending cloud
On a mountain with a city view
And the sky is falling fast
This afternoon hazy glow won’t last
I reach into my pocket for a tune or two
And once again I’m falling through
I’m falling through your song
The throbbing downtown throng grips me
Like a toy Santa climbing a chain
It’s too hot again
Like a Bankok winter with no shade
No airconditioning
And the night is falling slow
This uneasy feeling will not go
I reach into my pocket for a tune or two
And once again I’m falling through
I’m falling through your song
The notes this time seem somehow dissonant
Your gaze sort of glazed and somewhat distant
I never was a great dancer and tonight
I feel that like never before
Like I’m hearing the music through cotton wool
Watching the world through gauze
And the dawn is falling fast
This stolen time is almost past
I reach into my pocket for a tune or two
And once again I’ve fallen through
I’ve fallen, to your song
December 2006 Derek Wilson
