A strange combination of Uni and Click
The opposite, hugely, of ugly and thick
With embers for eyes which are tracing the gloom
Is sitting a few seats away in the room.
I'm watching it watching the others around
And can't be quite sure what it is I have found:
There's Celtic and Brighton and delicate hands.
I'm hoping it's more of the same when it stands.
It's terrible dawn rising out of the night,
A worrying dream but a beautiful sight.
A tempting, impossible, wonderful thing
To capture my breath yet cause me to sing
I want what is horribly fleetingly faint
But which I am certain would fatally taint.