Funny things,
They make no sense,
Was I a strange little child,
Looking through dazzling lens?
A white little face,
A bizarre collision,
Of dreams and space,
Kaleidoscope vision.
Observatories
With celestial views,
Let me tell you my stories,
With a couple loose screws.
Jesters of Venice,
And an astral train,
Delightfully endless,
And starry rain.
A mirage from the past,
A projection of youth,
Through coloured glass,
You’ll see the truth.