Stasis

Softening her winter
 With his eyes
 Sitting in the meadow
 In disguise
 Feeling his way
 Touching the stone
 Watching the day
 Through a telephone
 Colours in the carnage of his hand
 Lose it in the debris on the stairs
 Feeling his way
 Touching her hand
 Making his way
 To the panstand
 He's in the sky
 He's in the tide
 He's in the trees
 And the buzz of the night
 Feet in the sand
 Watching life
 Through Julian's eyes
 (Just repeat it)
 Softening the winter
 With his smile
 Sitting in the doorway
 Counting tiles
 Feeling his way
 Touching life
 Watching the day
 Through quiet eyes
 Elephants and spiders
 In his hand
 Capital letters
 Green and red
 Feeling his way
 Making a start
 Watching the day
 Through cut glass
 He's in the sky
 He's in the grass
 He's in the winter
 And the curve of the stars
 Feet in the sand
 Watching life
 Through Julian's eyes