Anchors

Just gone a quarter past midnight
She hopes it won’t be too long now
Goes to the clock on the mantelpiece
And picks up the ragdoll
The stars outside are making me tired
And the wind through the window is heaving a sigh

A dream takes time
A dream is wild
A dream can get out of hand
Anchor me to the land

If heaven was our boat
I’d be frightened by the flapping of the ropes
I’d be pulling at the freyed knots wishing I could
Keep this one afloat

I dreamt last night
The fisherman was called out
I kept you some feathers to knit with
Hope they don’t take flight