Befuddled head at breakfast still scoring winning goals, the day changes colour like the grazes on his knees. School clock winding him up. Classroom window a broken tv
He was her sun and her moon She was his falling star He'd caught her and put her in his pocket She began orbiting his life Becoming totally eclipsed by him
Wandering together over Dartmoor His spoken words solid like oak like rock Her spoken words bubbles of no substance Unheard by him drifting homeless on the wind