I’d love to have had a field day
weaving cobwebs in your mind, your hair;
would you have liked them, kept them there,
turning my dreams into the words you say?
Watching Venus kiss the moon
– oh yes, add high romance –
I run rings around you in my endless dance
to turn my memory into your best room.
There, I would have been the dog at your feet,
happily shape-shifting to entertain,
your companion in the rain,
getting you everything you need.
Wanting to write a dream, a song,
to paint for you, in colour or in black and white,
a place where you can find some light,
I create a home where my inflated visions throng.
Of all things in your pocket when you go, I still wish to be the amulet;
content to be kept safely out of sight,
no one knowing why everything went right –
the most effective charm you’ve ever had.