Dark Skies - Emma Pollock

The light we see is from times unknown

Put in their place the troubles we are shown

We are the root, we are the branch

We are the product of a million chances

Don’t you love the way they dance

Above you in dark skies?

They’ll trip the sounds up in your mouth

So that the words they don’t come out right

We could be anywhere in this kind of dark

Oh let’s be anyone, oh let’s be anyone

And they gave us a stage

To write our own page of history

And yet you still call this design now

From the only one who knows

I think I’ll give the emperor back his clothes

Enoch, Neldricken, Valley and Glenhead

Are all reflecting the stars overhead

Like black glass the water holds our eye

Not a movement, not a sign of a pitching

Leave me suspended like this

While the world does its bitching

I like to keep my fairytales on shelves

My Goldilocks doesn’t need explaining

Why can’t it be just as simple as it looks?

Don’t need a sermon to balance these books

Staring up from the ground

As the light it dumbfounds us

And yet you still call this design now

From the only one who knows

I’ll think I’ll give the emperor back his clothes