In a candle-lit attic a boy
Walks in a fog with David Copperfield.
He hears the children's shouts
Bounce from the streets of dialect,
Peers through the skylight at the dusk
Blinks at Venus in the west
Watches a lamplighter with his pole.

O let there be light, always and always!

Sixty years on, a man gets up to pee,
Turns off the radio, closes a window.
Sunk in sleep, he dreams of a locked room,
Searches for the key under a stone.
In his ears the metal birds are screeching
As they fly towards the darkness of the sea.