Mind is where my spirit lives while in between dreaming

A fleeing moment not too soon
To be withdrawn from loving praise
A hefty hollow in my heart
Not for me to see coming days

A vague moment in thought
Ever enthroned with joy
To feel a symphony in a mere bliss
To see one with a heart of gold

To visualise a sight
A sight to behold and cherish
A point where time stands still
And the strokes of existence
Come to an weary halt

For that one moment
The reimburse of peace
The steps of solitude
To a glorifying moment
Of ever-lasting joy
Entombed in a true soul

Passed  a  neglected  garden  of  late.
It  seemed  in  quite  a ­­ sorry  state.
Some  men  came  to  make  some  notes.
But  seem­ed  to  give  it  little  thought.
Up  on  high  the  grasses  gr­ow.
Beneath  the  windows  row  by  row.
The  other  plants  just­ ­ cry  with  pain.
I  guess  we'll  never  grow  again.
They  ha­ve­  taken  up  our  space  on  the  ground
Like  an  advancing  ­army  I'll  be  bound.
They  are  taking  our  water  Oh  my.
As ­ they  journey  to  the  sky.
Perhaps  it  soon will  be  resolved.­
And  peace  will  reign.
Once again

Keith  Wilson    Windermere.  UK.  2016­.

Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed
and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart,
before the memories sneak out of your eyes
and roll gently down your cheeks.