And sometimes when I catch moments in the mirror an Alice and her looking-glass they are fragments from a fairytale some embroidered sugar-lace dream And sometimes
When the night is still and calm and all the world’s asleep And the warm dark all around us is unfathomably deep, I lie and wonder what you’d say if you only knew
And when I looked at you, I knew. You knew I knew. Abashed, you smiled and, breaking the spell of silence, said my lips were red as cherries. The town's Christmas icicle-lights not lit,