She stands by the window,
Her hands on the glass,
And gazes out onto the water
That’s swallowed the rest of the world.
But for some reason, it’s spared her house until last.
On a countryside road,
They stand side by side,
Waiting for a train that will never arrive:
He, dressed in a suit,
She, all in white.
The child’s discovered a kingdom in a teacup
And much rejoices in playing king
Before filling it up with hot chocolate
As a punishment for some sin.
One night, the moon got so sad about the sun
Which for millions of years had evaded him
That he faded away
And was never again seen.