The sky looks further away through the camera,
Not endless like we expect it to be,
And the moon looks tiny.
You were a child, and
You believed them all
Until you fell asleep
In the worlds I made for you.
But I can remember what they were about:
Dragons and kings and promises and hopes,
With the odd socialist goal thrown in
Before the light of day went out
Behind the already-drawn curtains.
And I wish we were walking towards it,
Hand in hand,
Alone in the wind
And the whispers of the clouds around us