They have split the adam ant atom again,
The voices they whisper to my cockleshell ear.
In a couple of moments we will go live,
To see the moon in the rear.

A cocktail quiescent scintillation of constellations gather,
Pools of flashes and twinkles in the sky,
When the music of the band changes,
I get that look in my eyes, And run to nowhere in fear.

Surreal in a dream, seems that reality
pools at the tip of a leaf,
Complexity in its veins channel the water teaming with life,
To the tip of all anguish and grief.

There it is suspended – dangling in the wind,
And someone bumps it ajar.
That calico cat of a man with a scar,
Comes from the dark side of the moon.

I will meet you there, up in the sky,
When the choirs of angels die.
And I Lucifer of society shall rise,
And be the new god of the skies.

The cats in the cradle, and the silver spoon,
The little boy blue and the man in the moon,
When will I see you,
I don’t know when,
We will get together then.

Sleep softly, for the morrow brings trouble,
Sing deeply, for the world is watching,
Disappear suddenly, and the shadows arrive,
Hunting you because you are still alive.

Seek out self, sorrow and sins,
The nightmare begins,
There beyond the horizon are your enemies,
There across the seven seas.

Shadows visit like bats on wing,
Nightmares they bring to life,
A fit and stare then memories of strife struck out,
You thought,
But no – you were wrong.

There in the corner is your sin,
Laughing at you,  as you begin to fall asleep again.
You cannot shake off the feelings, they visit now and again,
The wolf sneering from the coven den.

Leave me be! – I have run this marathon!

The stars twinkle forgotten in the middle of the night,
The moon leers through the window but I’m not there tonight,
The devil grins – whispers to me, to me ,to me …
You cannot sleep again tonight because of your memories.

My time has come, a calling to the north
From the deepest deep, my soul creeps to the end of the lake,
I my thirst slake, before I finally realise I have to go.
How many ?
How many rivers do I have to cross ?
Am I lost – to the wrath of waters wild,

I am against everything I know,
I am against the river flow,
Silver shiny spaceships up waterfalls go,
Like shimmering angel dust, me and beside me those I know,
Above the crests and rumble of churning water,
Fall onto our heads the sky, threaded with wisps of drizzle,
And daunting cliffs of fear.

But I have to go,
How many lakes up the river do I have to go?
How deep in my mind does the darkness live?
To the inner child I used to know.

For in these foreign lands spanning the lakes,
Are predators unusual and the common snakes,
Over many toils and snares I have already come,
Many mistakes unravelled and discovering the beginnings of some,

My ancestors have crushed upon my soul, the calling of old.
My future – like theirs – has been foretold,
My silver seed shall spread in the arms of the warm sun,
A lover I have ne’er known, there, shall bear me forgotten sons,
And then I will leave, ne’er to look back,
My duty and day been done.

For then I will have found the playground of my youth,
Where I was born, the beginning of truth,
A lost son I am – my father long gone,
A memory of the lakes drenched by the sun,

And then I, like my father, will go,
To where the embryos are none,
To where the shadows run,
And run out our memories of our lives,
To feel the keel split by knives,
To drift into a dizzy spell,
a drunken embrace,
a submission to the wilderness
To face up to my past one more time

How many rivers have I crossed,
For this long to last ?

Soft silver honeydew drops plop
Onto red lips crimson flecked,
Tulips bedded down brushed thread
Across my mouth and forehead.

Flaked copper green wash screams from your eyes, dreams,
Their  forked tongue corona feels out my mind,
I breathe
I breathe
I breathe in the fumes and tendrils of perfumes of
You and sweat and salty reams tangy sparkles in streams tangerine

Hypnotic, as locked lipped lovers leap
Into oblivion deep
Arms legs ankles steeped in the rasping sheets
Between us
Over us
Beneath us
Streak.

I love you that deep.