The natural colours of Iceland Do gracefully meet A blue rippling wash of the sea meets The crumbliest, blackest coal of this rarely seen

Air Control to all the aeroplanes Today, it is totally insane We have lost control of our own planes

The inked ballerina As her ballet ribboned shoes Touch the rippling inked water A beautiful silhouette Performing an elegant Pierette

A perfect place Mirrors reflect the wash of the sea In the dark shadows lies the golden sands

In my mind Imagination is mine Yet, you are so defined

My home Is where white roses grow Where the aromatic scent does flow Where I take you gently by the hand I guide you across Yorkshire

Birds of the big sky Red Arrows loop the loop As they flew Red, white and blue

As I return to a new life As death has now left me I take a swim In the deep blue sea My new life as a flamboyant fish My last dying wish

What happened to Disney World? When did the world turn on its head? When did Cinderella lose her precious glass slipper?

Lionesses fly Turning into beautiful angels in the midnight sky As stone gargoyles come alive The parapet can only surmise

Please don’t lock the door Let me in to this Earth I’ve only visited once before Please don’t lock me out

A dark gothic requiem Composed for your naked beauty Violins will sing Your naked flesh would float on the harp’s long gentle strings

Lost but not forgotten in the swirling deep blue sea The mermaid of natural beauty One day she hopes to make the land home

As paper money falls like rain As it falls It slowly shrinks, devalues and deflates As it gradually fills those rich pockets first

A place I’ve never been before In my mind A floating iCloud As I manoeuvre through This curving room I feel lost In this unusual room

Abandoned and left to rot The theatre that has been sadly forgot Once our welcome home To drama, comedy and variety Dance and free expre

Sense and sensibilities have gone with the wind The mountains echoed back into the world As Atlas struggled to keep hold of All the myths

The craftsman of the worlds With his artistic hands Painting those eternal gliding globes With every colour of the vast rainbows

The big news today A beach towel lounger war One not ever witnessed in the newspapers or seen on the TV It was definitely news to me

Banksy where are you? I only see a reflection of you In an old brick dark tunnel Exhibiting your one off talent and golden touch