I’m known to walk through parks on my own
to imagine worlds I’ll never see –
where stars are a light shining through punctures
in the black sky, where a child’s laughter is the song of life,
or where street lights are beacons to lone souls.
Where humans fly with seagulls from shore to shore,
or where pain is an alien word.
Where we’re walking down the street forever,
just like that.
Take this whisper that promises we’ve still got time,
hold your hands up high and help me dance.
Because I’m known to walk through parks all by myself
wondering what it would be like to feel
your head on my shoulder, at the other end of
Ynysangharad War Memorial Park