Will desire reign?
Does common sense take wing?
Will I fly?
Do I sing?

What can it mean
to dream of memory?
If memory is an absent queen
and new choices
Crown themselves King.

Yes, it's been that long.
Pressing thoughts to paper
when being erudite didn't seem possible
and release felt so far away.
Thus now, it comes
the dam bursts
the words flow free
even though
the debris clouds
causes eddies
whirlpools of doubt
there is no structure
there is no form
all the beauty
all joy
all the pain
all life
flowing bitterly,
flowing blithely.

Oceans of sound
of melancholy extreme
swimming in solitude
drowning in peace.

The tyranny of quietude
the bonds of aloneness
grasping in the dark
gasping your pain.

Solace, there is none
neither is joy.
Stygian loneliness
forever apart.

Returning to ink
and parchment
long absence and dissent
fuelled by unwillingness to think.

Crimes of thought
being lost in dreams
of reality it seems.
Look what neglect has wrought.

This pristine page greets the eye
of the errant author.
demanding to be filled by more
and seeking once more
in literal dreams to fly.

Night falls.
We rise.
We feed
and enjoy
the pulse
of life
as it
flows in
from them
to us.
Fulfilling
the quaggy
marshes of
our weary souls.

The drone of voices
surround me
controlled chaos
manipulated mayhem
confusion raises
his warty head
as we all
scramble ahead.
Chuckling, chatting
talking and mocking
this office, these people
this here my strife.
I can't wait
for this to be over
I cannot wait
for the silence.

An afternoon with you
beside me, with me
as we talk about things
and sit in companionable quiet
seeing you lost in your thoughts
dwelling on ideas I know naught of
writing these lines
not saying my mind
that I love you beyond
belief and thought
that I'm happy
with what we've wrought