Julian's Eyes - Brett Anderson

Softening her winter

With his eyes

Sitting in the meadow

In disguise

Feeling his way

Touching the stone

Watching the day

Through a telephone

Colours in the carnage of his hand

Lose it in the debris on the stairs

Feeling his way

Touching her hand

Making his way

To the panstand

He’s in the sky

He’s in the tide

He’s in the trees

And the buzz of the night

Feet in the sand

Watching life

Through Julian’s eyes

Softening the winter

With his smile

Sitting in the doorway

Counting tiles

Feeling his way

Touching life

Watching the day

Through quiet eyes

Elephants and spiders

In his hand

Capital letters

Green and red

Feeling his way

Making a start

Watching the day

Through cut glass

He’s in the sky

He’s in the grass

He’s in the winter

And the curve of the stars

Feet in the sand

Watching life

Through Julian’s eyes