I turn my head up to the sea of clouds
The city a resort on the shoreline.
As I spindle on my island hill
I realise it is I looking down on this wonder.
Not sky.

I see it as I eye do, I do.

Caught in this spotlight moon
I see black fingers pulling me back down
Feather silhouettes of leafless trees
Form an unfeasable nest
And the clouds the chest of a giant bird
Under which I am a chick trying to be free.

Seeing it as I eye do, I do.

The black path runway
Lights on my estate
Showing me my way home
To dream of what I eye’s seen
And trying to recall the twist of it