NIGHTS VELVET VEIL SLIPPED SOFTLY IN ON AN HOUR GLASS AND CRYSTALS DUMB REFLECTING MOVEMENT FROM THE TOY CHEST AND ALL GLOWS BRIGHT WITH FANTASISING SO EVER SLOWLY RISING FROM RESTING PLACES SLIDING DOWN BESIDE HIM ARRANGED ON COLOURED PATCHWORK PLAYGROUND TINY GLASSES BEGIN TO FLUTTER COMES DAWN WHEN YOU DEW LAY DYING AND FROSTED WINDOW DRYING INSIDE SIGHING AWAKEING SOUND SENSE AND MAN CRYING AND HAVE YOU SEE THE CHILDS SMILE?