sat by that window
at last
with a draft
and the spaces
I needed
to pass the people
I met
and voices heard
quick to forget
going by
in zombie fashion
waiting vacantly
lacking passion
looking for something
or someone
to happen.

When time has turned
from seconds kept
Abandoned days that hours
left
And age is fraught
With discontent
and
Stolen moons with rainbows bent
The season's singular
intent
of Winter's gloom
or Summer's glow
and Spring's high tide
relentless ebb
and humdrum flow
All to come
and all
that go
All Things long learnt
but
Not to know
In the evensong of sorrow
in this day lit
dappled life.

now beside the reassuring
fireside
below the starlit spectral
skies
that aged guide to sailors, kings and the lost man's eyes
in wondrous new nomadic times
i drag my feet
through maverick steps
and follow tears the mortal wep.

and now in mists of time
where once my blue sky
held a sun that shone so bright
that light
could fight
the shadow's corner
there are no chinks now left to slip
through evil's armour
and I sit wrapped in black
forever trapped
and lonely
in this dizzy darkness.

I could be scattered to the wind
like snowflakes in a storm
my sunken soul shattered
and my body aching worn
as my spirit is sent rising
for another day to dawn
upon an empty heaven
where the ghosts have stole the key.

in webs of moonbeam shines
adrift
the tiller dreams
no more
beached on some ethereal shore
the signs
the broken souls ignore
now rolling home
to sand safe beaches
left to slowly
ponder
on the hand that heaven never reaches.