Kilns - Shooting Star

the garden was greener
the way i remember
the house on the corner
with a cheap torch
on a night walk
heard a rustling
my beam falls
in the thick scrub
of a cliff top
where beasts that you imagined in the dark
have got nothing on the things that we construct

i feel every shooting star above your head
like pins and needles in my legs
when you go
if there's a new depression tugging at your sleeve
creeping through the old concrete
let me know

it's so simple
and it's needed
that way that i dreamed it
your footfall on the floorboards
your car's in the carpark
your eye's on the tide chart
your hand's on my shoulder
the strumming of your fender by the fire
through wind that rattled sleep into my eyes

i feel every shooting star above your head
like pins and needles in my legs
when you go
if there's a new depression tugging at your sleeve
creeping through the old concrete
let me know

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