Nightjar - Sleepthief, Caroline Lavelle

You keep your counsel so close

I feel no right to ask the questions

That burn in my sky like a Leaves bonfire night

How time makes lovers liars

And all that prettiness

Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day

Beautiful but bound for treading under foot

What price reality?

I’ll give it nothing at all

It all seems so true last week

This way, this way is more real

How could I ever feel

I’d be allowed this dream?

I’ve heard the Nightjar

Have I been cursed?

I left a warm bed of amazed revelations

And lost the way back, dropped the string

Didn’t think that I would need it anymore

And now the bed I find myself in

Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar

And all that prettiness

Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day

Beautiful but bound for treading under foot