night elm on mare street

Beneath the sheets on Tuesday morning
You are everything to me
There’s something in the realism
Of skin in daylight

Through the window there’s a Hackney morning
But last night I dreamt an elm on Mare Street
A kind of warning
The tree was following me

The branch is coming through the window
The clown is spinning round and round
The spirits pull all the children in
Never to be found

But its morning and I’m safe now
I can see you clear as anything
I can impossibly make up
Ignore me if I’m still shivering

No mood lighting just morning light
Harsh on the body and mind
If this is love, it’s stupid love
And blind…