What lies beyond the end of a day?
What could exist either side of extremes?
Which dimensions are emptier than space?
Why does the sun never seem to fade?

How can I learn to live better than now?
How will my legacy of living endure?
What will my final hour be like?
How will my own extinction occur?

How might we better inhabit this planet?
How can we change sickness and death?
How can we balance the rich with the poor?
How should we live the millennia to come?

Why does the moon seem to change in appearance?
Why do my thoughts spin in pre-dawn hours?
Why is living so painfully beautiful?
What is decided and what is to come?

Love deepens
The colours of my thoughts

Softens
The texture
Of living

Rings
With
Laughter

Dances
With
Joy

It lies deeper than
Feelings
Carried from beneath consciousness

Forged
Beyond safety

Borne
From uncertainty

To be in love
To be loved
To be love
To love

Is more
Than
I could ever
Say

Sometimes I hide away
To dwell on the world
Within myself

But a solitary existence
Will not sustain me
For I cannot halt
The rush of time

The disappearing minutes, hours and days
Lost in contemplation
Of an unknown future

Meetings with kindred spirits
Represent the best of times
They are the fabric of fond memories
The foundation of spiritual growth

And so I must reach out further
To connect with others

To find things
That I like about myself
And build on them
Steadily

To develop
My confidence
My kindness
My wisdom

Before time
In this brief lifetime
Runs out

The future is determined
By the hearts of people

Strong hearts
Brave hearts
Will open up
A bright new dawn

Cynical hearts
Weak hearts
Leave it to others
And suffer under their misdirection

To awaken courage
Lying dormant within
Is the fulfillment
Of mission

We scatter black earth on the cardboard box
As we say goodbye to our dear cat Nel
Killed by a fox
Missing for days
Then discovered, tail-less, mauled
Stiff, barely recognisable

I spend the morning, cleaning her
Trying to hide her pink tongue
Trapped between jaws that won’t open

I wrap her in silk and wash her head
And try to close her eyelids

At last, she is ready

My daughter comes outside
Together we lift her
Into the decorated cardboard box
Lined with a favourite sheepskin rug
Filled with cat treats, a rubber band to play with
Some string and a little bottle of water

For a moment, the sun shines
And seems to warm her narrowed face
It is as if she is only sleeping
And we stand and watch her
Tears moistening our cheeks
In the crisp February air

My daughter’s knees buckle with grief
As we close the lid of the box
And I place it in the trench I have dug
Beneath the trampoline

My daughter scatters the first handful of earth
And places a daffodil

There she will lie
Quietly, wrapped up in her box
As we all come to terms
With loss

She was the gentlest of cats
A dear friend in our family
Taken by a brutal blow of fate

We loved her very much
Our dear cat Nel

All the things
I thought of myself
Not true
Not true

I'm stronger
Braver
Wiser
Kinder
Than I thought I was
Than I thought I was

All the things
I thought about you
Not true
Not true

You're stronger
Braver
Wiser
Kinder
Than I thought you were
Than I thought you were

You are my blanket
And I am yours
You wrap me up warmly against life
I wrap you up tightly against fear
I hold you safe
You hold me dear
I hold you close
You hold me near

The truth is so different
Than we think it should be
If we want it to be
If we want it to be

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

The truth is I cannot decide
Whether to enter or wait outside
Maybe happiness lies inside
Or perhaps it sits on the other side?

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

Perhaps I should just laugh out loud
At the absurdity of living
Laughter would surely help me escape
My lingering indecision

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

And then I’d choose to stay or go
And the choice will have been made
But I choose to sit and wait some more
My backside resting on the floor

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

I wonder how the days go by
Yet I’m still undecided
One door is open another closed
That’s the way I am, I suppose

To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide, I must decide
To follow my heart or compromise?
I must decide today

When I feel as tired as this
When I feel put upon from the moment I awake
When I am battered by stormy words of criticism
When I am stuck at the gates of my own weakness
When I am torn up by indecision
When I am dazed by the dawn
When I simply think that I will never be able to achieve my dreams
A voice inside me says
Never give up
Never be defeated
Continue
Just continue

What am I supposed to do
When things I rely on don’t work
When I encounter the sadness of other human beings
When I am confronted with dazzling grace and beauty
When I am offered friendship
When I am seeing yellow dots joined by red lines

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do
When the connections I form are severed
When I notice changes all around me
Yet I feel unchanged
When I see two people very much in love
Building a life together
And yet I feel unloved
What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do?

On the freezing hillsides
Of the Brecon beacons
Welsh mountain ponies
And highland cattle graze
Unconcerned by the storm
They rub their itchy backs
Against barbed wire wrapped around wooden posts

Clear water drips from the tips of icicles
Into shimmering mountain streams

And I ask myself
What am I supposed to do?

How will l find
Loosing my mind

A grandfather clock
Stands
Silent
Waiting to be wound
At ten to three
Ten minutes from chiming
Ten years from chiming?

A rocking horse
Bows its head
Waiting for a child
It could wait a million years

Chopped wood
Rests in a fireplace
Waiting for kindling and a spark

A trampoline stands quietly
Waiting to stretch its springs

Tiny eggs roll silently along fallopian tubes
Waiting to meet *****
Lost lost lost

Where are you fragile friend?
Kind, creative loving and true
Life is not easy
Don't let it crush you

Be strong, fragile friend
Be who you are
You will come back stronger
Than you thought you were

There is truth to be found in all things
The old man cleaning ******* from train platforms
Steam rising from ice cold ponds at sunrise
Frost clasping the tall grasses
The orange, pink and blue of morning skies
Glittering sea channels weaving through mud flats
A father and daughter walking to the bus stop hand in hand
Magpies flying overhead, dancing and swooping
Concentric circles appearing as moorhens paddle
A brave jogger running eastwards
My daughter, sleepy, resting in bed
My wife looking at me inquisitively
My own reflection in the glass
I notice such things
And I ponder their beauty
As I try to deeply understand
The nature of things

Each precious person
Each precious moment
Each unique day
Worth more than gold

Life
So strange, unpredictable
Life
With its mountains to climb
Life
With its counterpart death
Precious
Magical
Worth more than gold

You
Me
The air that we breathe
The sky above
The compassionate earth
The drops of rain
The birds that sing
Worth more than gold
Worth more than gold

The beast of
Self destruction
Relentlessly scrapes at my soul
Straining
Lunging
To awaken me
In the dawn hours

A psychotic
Furious
Raging bedfellow
Wraps around my neck
Pumps chemicals of panic
Through my body

Quaffing my energy
Leaving me pale
Weakened and empty

The beast stirs
As thoughts keep me awake
At 4.30am

I try to soothe its howls
With a sweeter song
Lull it back to sleep
Lest I be drawn
Into the skin of the beast
To rage with its fury
Ripping to shreds
Everything I have ever made
To furiously tear, bite, scratch, seethe
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt myself

Hurt others

Energy drains from my body
Into the scraps of what is left behind

Scraps
Of things
I once carefully built
Now, scattered on the floor

I ,weakened by outbursts
Have shrunk

But the beast
Grows larger

When I reach my lowest ebb
When I have hit rock bottom
When I feel little or no hope for the future

That is the time to breakthrough
That is when to stand up
That is when victory can be achieved

For what good is there in giving up?
What help in deciding that I am beaten?

This is the greatest of times
To start over again

Yes

Yes

Yes

To be left behind
Alone
On the shores of one’s life

Deserted
Lost
As the ships of fortune
Roll away beyond reach

To perceive
Even the smallest things
As a source of terror

To shrink
From the very light of day
Yearning for the escapology
Of black night hours

To let roll
Tears of desperation
As one recognises
One is nothing
But a broken being

How strange to be
So isolated
So alone
In this whirlpool
Of *******
Black
Tar

If only describing
The sentiment of inadequacy
Could disable its grip
And free one
From its power

The cold winter months  
Take hold
Of my entire being
As I stare at emptiness within me
Longing for escape

Bruised words spill
Over my page
In tribute to
The crisis hours

Most people
Just want to be loved
And if they don’t feel loved enough
They will find ways to
Let the world know

Giant whale
Lying on the beach
What have you come to show us?

For years you quietly graced
This blue planet
And now
You spend your final hours
Exposed to the world
Naked
Helpless
Dying

Far from the familiarity
Of the deep
Separate from the safety
Of your pod
What courage you have
Great whale
In delivering your message
For all to see

Sharing your final suffering
Motionless
Dignified
Giant and sad

Great whale
Great whale

People have learned
To fly away
To distant planets
To drill great holes
Beneath the earth
To join the elements
And build mighty towers

But for all we have done,
We cannot return you to safety
We cannot do a thing to save you

All we can do is watch
Dumbstruck by your presence
Hoping for the tides to restore you

In vain
In vain

Great whale
I wish that I could talk to you
Understand your secrets
Hear your wisdom

But no words of comfort
Do you speak
Great Whale
No words

Your quiet message
Your being
Here
Grips our silence

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

Today I fight my worries
My doubts and inner fears
To live and love another
And wash away their tears?

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

I vow to do my best
At what I do not know?
To improve the tiny things I do
Spread happiness as I go?

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

For what is right is oft proved wrong
Within the course of time
But as the wheel turns on and on
I seem to toe the line

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

Perhaps it is the simple things
The holding of the door
The phone call to a friend in need
That live for ever more

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

To monarch, country or to Gods
To fathers or to mothers
To gang lords wearing city suits
To nature or to lovers

To whom do I pledge allegiance?
To whom do I vow?
What is my existence for?
To live I don’t know how

Water creeps over
The surface of a pier
Lending it
The appearance
Of a great black whale
Basking in the shallows

Golden sunrise sparkles
On the glass planes
Of distant shores
And I begin
A most unusual journey

It really is a brilliant view
Which, somehow falls
Beyond my grasp

Bobble hats glide through the morning air
While noses run and sniff

And then
All is quiet

I softly, methodically dance
Through the daze, the maze
Of my morning

As fellow voyagers
Struggle
To find their way

The sun
Perfectly golden
Utterly invincible
Arises

Nothing could approach it
Or ever destroy it
Except
Itself

My sun
My heart
Waits

Will it burn brightly?
Or slowly suffocate?

The tides are in
As I journey today
And I carry
A single lemon seed
In my pocket
To remind me
Of the potential
For transformation

Such a seed
Under favourable conditions
Will grow
Nurtured by mystic forces

But in doing so
It must break out
Of the tough shell
That protects
Its inner potential

Sometimes
A seed has to sit
And wait
And wait

For years

The wise carefully transfer
The jewel
Of true heritage
From one
To the next
And nothing is wasted

Today
I decide
To let the universe
Be my guide

To help me find
Hope
From a different source

One disconnected to the
Rotating axis
Of my daily grind

This rush of the modern age
Does not sit well with me

The struggle to keep up, keep up
Makes one feel like you are chasing others

Today I set my own pace
And allow others to join

If they wish

Fanned by the fair winds of the mystic
Like my seed
I can wait

The shadow of death
Hangs
Over every head

Even water
Left alone
Will disappear

Life is struggle
Survival
Unguaranteed

The spirit
Defines
All

All

Words sometimes flow
Like currents
In a stream

At other times
They resist
They resist

And I crumble
Under the weight
Of my pen

Life is struggle
Yet I
In my ignorance
Do not know
Where this road
Will end

So I advance
Just a little further
With faith
My lone companion

Though all seems unchanging
Perhaps mysterious fortune, awaits
Perhaps

I seek courage
To lead a strange
And magnificent existence

To work to alleviate
A poverty of the soul
To enrich the intangible
With decorous trinkets
Of creative gold

I take it in
To let it go
Except that which
I hold dear

Though pallid sickness arises
From the pit of my stomach
And time in this dimension
Only fades
The memory of this experience
Though fleeting
Reminds me
Life is truly mystic

To live long
One has to make something
Out of nothing
To create
Where there was nought

This page, this very page
Once empty
Now besmattered with thoughts
Weaves its own thread
Of inner life

And so
Another day
Is complete

And new life
Begins

Why is it
People
Control
Other people?

What is there
To be lost
In independence
Or gained
From co-dependence?

Why is it
That the powerful
Must control the weak?

The rich need
Control the poor?

The greedy
Control the needy?

The healthy
Control the sick?

Why is it so?
Why?
Why?

When will we learn
The power of freedom?

When will we uphold
The dignity of each individual?

When will we see
The dawn of new nationhood?

When we will live
As one human family?

Dreams

Relationships

Friendships

Soul

Beliefs

Finances

Hope­

Health

Talent

Direction

Laughter

Body

Life


No

No

No

Broken, maybe

But not shattered.

One mistake
Alters
The course
Of history

One error
And everything
Changes

Maybe
For the better

Maybe
Not

One mistake
Alters
The course
Of history

One mistake
One

Songbird
Full of cheer
At dawn
Of day
Only you
Know how
To sing
The truth

Songbird
You emit
Joy
Free
Of hindrance

Songbird
You invent
Melodies
Fresh
And
Dancing

Songbird
I wonder who
You sing for
Is it me?
Is it me?

Songbird
Most optimistic
Of messengers
You decorate
The sunrise
With your joy

Songbird
Please
Never
Cease
To
Sing

Life to life
Face to face
We
Are companions
Together
Forever

We brave
The winter swell
And despite
Physical weariness
Go out
To the world.

I want
To lie down
But there are
Things to do
And things to be done

Living and working
All on the run

Like meeting the train
To meet an old friend
To hear of
Four generations
Of women in a single family
In a single picture

I ponder the strangeness
Of this reality
And concentrate
To perceive
The brilliance
Of human
Endeavor

I wish I was rich
And could go on adventures
I wish I could purchase
A luxury yacht
I wish I could ski
Down the side of a mountain
I wish I could wear
Fancy clothes from the shops
I wish I was handsome and
Confident and smart
I wish I was funny
And such a great laugh
I wish I made music
Like Bowie or Bach
I wish, I wish
I wish when I woke up
I leapt out of bed
One million ideas
Fit to burst from my head
I wish I was eager
To get to my desk
And change all
The wrong things
To right things instead
I wish I lived like
All those stars on TV
And won crazy games
And felt totally free
I wish I was somebody
Other than me
I wish, I wish
I wish I stood taller
Than any man should
And gazed across skies
And at landscapes I could
I know that I’d probably
Live happily
If I were to turn
To a beautiful tree
I’d stand in one spot
And just focus on growing
I’d not stop to think
If my branches were bowing
I’d reach up and see
How to fill up more space
Above me, around me
All over the place
I’d make myself home
To a thousand small friends
And feed them and keep them
All round me and then
I’d live to a hundred years
Just in this way
And then I’d start over
And do it again
I’d not have to worry
About what I was worth
I’d push my roots deep
To experience the earth
I’d soak up the goodness
And push out my flowers
Expressive and easy
I’d show off my powers
I wish I could turn
From the person I am
To someone who’s beautiful
Worthy and strong
And so as I wish
For the things that I’m not
I start to feel better
About what I have got
To try to imagine
What I cannot be
Is part of the process
Of trying to break free
I guess I can settle
For life as I am
I won’t win gold medals
But maybe I can
Learn to be happy
And proud and free
And be what I ought to be
Someone like me

Do not be downhearted
Though fine weather
May not delight you

Do not be downhearted
Though the daily news
Seems too desperate to comprehend

Do not be downhearted
Though the scale of global challenges
Seem just too global

You
Just as you are
Can make a difference

If you believe
You can

I'm sorry
I’m trying to remember
My first thoughts of the day

Thoughts
That race around
My simple mind
In the uncertain hours of the morning
When I am held
Between sleep
And wakefulness

I lie in bed
Wishing I could return to sleep
To oblivion
Yet, in my dark imagination
Giant insects
Softly pull my rib cage open
To feed on my heart

When I was young
I was free
I did not worry
The way I do now
When I was young
I was free

Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry
Worry

I turn to the distractions of life
Things to do, things to do
Things that have to be done
In order to, in order to
In order to
What
In order to what?
To move?
To inspire myself?
To inspire others?

Something is happening to me

Perhaps, I am changing
As I listen to the
Strange thoughts
That visit me
In the dazed hours
Of the morning

And I let them go
Bid them farewell

I don’t know why
They come to haunt me

And so I let them come
And I lie
In my bed
With these strange new companions

Until I arise
And move

I don’t know why
I am the way I am

I don’t know the secrets
Buried in my subconscious

But slowly I am lifting
The lid
On who I am

My love

You share
Your bed
Only
With me

We break
Our bread
And share

We bathe
And wash
Together

You wear
My clothes
Even my jeans

You argue
With me
More than anyone

You are fierce
With me
Though you are kind
To others

You plan with me

You push and berate me

You drink with me

You age with me

You
Inherit
Me

And

I
Inherit
You

Daughter
Your red faced tears
Tell a story

Mother
Softly
Encourages you
Embraces you
As only she can

And for just a moment
You resist

And then I see
Your small gloved hand
Wrap around her

As you melt into the safety
Of her warmth

Perhaps
After all
It will be all right

What arises
Will die
And arise
Again

This
Is
The experience of living

The sky
Is magnificent this morning
Dramatic

People stop still
Dazzled by the glow
And take photographs
Driven by the need to remember
To share
To defeat transience
And death

If it can be captured
It can be kept
And we
Will survive
Another day

What arises
Will die
And arise
Again

Parallel lines of
Oranges
Blues
Pinks
Greys
Decorate swathes of puffed cloud

From my window
I watch the craning heads of long grasses
Bowing to the sunrise
Its dazzling palette radiates
Still more fiercely

This unforgettable scene
Presents itself
On a forgettable day

All
A reflection of life
Continuing
Graciously

Everyone should know
That there’s a place to go
When they’re feeling weak
Or frightened

Security
Is paramount
To the healthy development
Of the soul

I wake up
Sensing the fragility
Of who I am

I decide to fill
A tiny cup
With a small draft
Of courage

This I draw
From dwindling reserves
To quench
The thirst of my anxiety
As bricks of fear
Build walls
Around my essence

I think of everyone

I think again

Confidence is powerful  
To wear its armour well
Is magnificent

This day
Spreads before me
And my legs shake at
The thought of it

My chest tightens
And I realise
What a fool…
What a fool I am.

I can be
Whatever I wish to be today

I can support others
I can write

I can live
I can create unique memories

I can interact with the universe

A rose-bed of fragrant experiences awaits

I only need
To step out

And walk
In the cool breezes
Of the morning
And bless
The tears that well in my eyes
At the smallest of happenings

Walking the tightrope of life
I shed my skin
Give my blood
Yield my sweat
And let my tears fall

To live, to live
Is beautiful

A great thick bell tolls
For my future

Glassy and still the river
Boats rest gently
Atop their reflections

The junction
Between river and air
Crystal clear and sharp

Tired faces
And bunched up shoulders
Populate my train
As two towers of smoke
Quietly rise

A pitched whine of closing doors
Makes a strange music
And a pair of sneezes
Is sent my way

Outside
Frozen water
Clings to grasses

Parallel steel lines sparkle
As smoky sky trails
Signify the industrial art
Of this landscape

Squabbling gulls
Fighting for leftovers
Pay no heed
To what I see

Two towers of smoke
On the horizon
Remind me
Of the insidious dance
Of war

Sunrise
Was pink
Then orange
Then pink again
Before blue
And black

Seagulls improvise with the wind
Skybound shadows
Dancing in twos and threes

In my mind
Confusing messages
Intertwine

I realise how important
Relationships are

A brave face
On what is wrong
Will no longer do

I must see things
As they truly are
And transform

Stand in the truth
Do not fear what others say
Live in it

Sunset was

Golden

Brilliant

Expansive

Think of yourself
As wonderful

Place your dreams
In the middle
And grow
Day by day

Lower a bucket
Into a well spring of hope
And draw deeply
So that in your final hour
You will be ready to journey
Into new adventures
Free from regret

Some things
Mean everything

Like being loved
For who you are
By those you love

Images and words
Are re-ordered
In ever cleverer circles
In the maelstrom
Of modernity
Distracting the brilliance
Of young minds

I release myself
From the mundanities
Of daily life
And ponder
The questions of a youth


Nations are destined
To rise and fall
Just as the buttocks
Of ardent lovers
Grind against each other
Flesh towards flesh
Advance retreat
In and out of freedom
To annihilate
The painful consciousness
Of our singular existence

I find
The minds of men
Incomprehensible

In the end
There is no destination
No everlasting physical

Only
Spiritual

Birth
Ageing
Sickness
Death

Four
Three
Two
One

NNnnnnnnnnn
Aaaaaahhhhhh
Sssssssssssssss

To build a home
I need
A solid foundation

Love

Whether on the edge of oblivion
Or amongst the peaks of perfection

Above all things
I believe in kindness

Grow my tiny flower
Reach up to the sky
You are indeed more magical
Than the roving butterfly

I see you every morning
At night before you rest
I feel so glad to know you
My heart is warmly blessed

Grow my tiny flower
Reach up to the sky
You are indeed more magical
Than the roving butterfly

Once I caught a falling star
It fell down from on high
It sparkles and it shimmers still
So pretty to the eye

Grow my tiny flower
Reach up to the sky
You are indeed more magical
Than the roving butterfly

Good people, they are gentle
They love their mother earth
They bless each tiny creature
And understand their worth

Grow my tiny flower
Reach up to the sky
You are indeed more magical
Than the roving butterfly

Person for sale

Able to:

Breathe quietly
Talk when needed
Wear acceptable clothes on work days
Use transport facilities in a timely fashion

Willing to:

Spend time with people
They don’t like
Set aside any feelings of
Boredom
Restlessness
Apathy
Disinterest
Disillusionment
Malais­e
Fatigue
Stress

And feign:

Interest
Enthusiasm
Concern
Delight
Contentment
Joie de vivre
Passion
Commitment

Willing to:

Sit stoically
In front of a square screen
Sending typed messages back and forth
Quietly count the days, months and years
As they tick by
Cover unsightly grey hairs
With unnatural dyes (at personal expense)
Spend hours in the same rooms with the same people
Use communal toilet facilities
Sit on trains
Day after day
Use caffeine and sugar
As the acceptable drug of choice

Prepared to scream out in silence
When it all gets too much

Person
For
Sale

Parcels of time
Spent in rooms
Dreaming

There is no separate me
Just journeys
Through energetic fields

My fingertip
Is
At the end of my being

The space within me
Is
The universe

Some celebrate
Understanding
Others hearts
Beat uninterested
Within

The system feeds itself
As chemicals tell me
This is good
This is bad

Sleep falls
And I avoid pain

To lead an exciting life
Is preferable

Who cares what others may say

There was a moment today
When I felt it
In my chest
A warm cascade
Of utter joy
At being alive
Simply being
Who I am

My body tingled
My eyes lit up
My face broke into
A most natural smile

And I was just
Happy
To be who I am

And then
I snapped back
To myself
Like a rubber band
And how instantaneously
My mind
Took back control
Returning me
To my default
Of feeling
Less than I am

To accepting
The compromise
Of a smaller life

Of deciding
To be bound
By a lesser reality

To be fearful

But
Oh!
To feel free
For one split second

How wonderful to know
That unrestrained joy
To imagine
That I could live like that

How encouraging
To believe
In being happy
Just as I am

How many great fables
Do tell of the battle

Between good and evil
Light and dark?

Arise hearts of sunshine!
Cast your strong rays

To banish the darkness
Of unchecked destruction!

The pathways of disappointment
Must be challenged

The disconnectedness of spirit
Must be reconnected

Abject Despair
Must transform into hope

Bitter numbness
Must not be accommodated

Fanfares will herald
The rise of humanity

Earth will be cherished
And life will abound

With my own eyes
I can see it
With my mind
I can understand
But my heart
Cannot feel it

So I talk about it
To strangers
Who try to help me
Showing me
Faces
Full of caring

Living together
Isn’t easy
Living alone
Is harder still
If only I had the energy
To find a way
To make it work

There’s beauty in the world
But I just cannot feel it
Its seems to be
On the other side
Of a screen

I am invited to look in
Or to look out
But to be part of it
Is a different matter
One day I will
Fly away
For sure
For sure

Leadership
Is caring
About everyone

The promise
Of one original thought
Beckons me
On this most mysterious day

This day
When nothing seems to fit
And I seem to misfit
The machinery of society

Have I entered
A world of ghosts?
Am I surrounded by
The damp and clinging mists of time?

Or do I find myself
Lost in the mists
Of my own mind?

I search
For one original thought
On this most mysterious day

And I find myself
In a lost place

Only sleep stands sentinel
By my side
Waiting
To possess me
Completely

A funeral procession
Of wasted dreams
Passes through my cortex

Somewhere in the world
Ships are sinking

Dark oblivion
Creeps forward
To take me away

Until
I
Once again
May return
To light

I was there
When the world woke up
And the sky turned
From deep purple
To Grey

I was there
When pigeons and seagulls
Circled overhead
Beating the air behind them

I was there
When two elderly gentlemen
Struggled up the hill
And a greengrocer
Opened up shop

I was there
When a steadfast father
Encouraged his three wrapped up youngsters
On the way to school

I was there
When the crescent moon
Appeared from nowhere
And disappeared behind the clouds

I was there
As the turquoise river
Rippled beside rows of sailing boats

I was there
As beauty arrived
Fresh and quiet
And green grasses stood still

I was there
I was there