What is it you do

What is it you do

When the lights dim

Do your eyes open wide

In the dark

Do you ever walk alone

In a park

Or take shortcuts

Through a cemetery

If it is not the ghosts

It is the chill of the moon

Even on a sultry night

In June

Do you stand under a light

When you wait

For a night bus

Are you coming

Or going

Do you know

Which side

Of your bread is buttered

When it falls

It always seems

To end up

Sunnyside down

Leaving a trail of marmite

On your dressing gown

Brown is not a colour

It is a mood

And is to be avoided in food

Unless as a guilty pleasure

To be consumed

At your leisure

After dark

Dreaming of open spaces

Exotic places

Alone in a kitchen

At midnight

Should you stay

Or should you go

Timbuktu or Llandudno

Catch a night train

Or a seaplane

Travel far away

Become a spirit

Who has flown

Don’t look back

Become windblown

Follow the sun

Make hay

Watch Dolphins play

Or will it have to wait

For another day

When restrictions lift

The omens shift

Your ship comes in

Or has it sailed

Maybe at

The weekend

After the bins are

Emptied

The windows are clean

And the Tallyman’s been

To collect the debt

That keeps on growing.