Twilight Dreams in Retrospect (Along Oxford Street, 1980)





Feet walked a scornful pavement

no empathy there

where scores of mindless feet blindly trod



Monotonous sounds poisoned the evening air

terrace houses wedged in behind aging fences

TV’s, volume bellowing 7 channels and news at 5

spilled from windows

open to capture the feverish breeze



Voices in argument or play… sharp words slice through

frying onions and fetid odors

humanity’s debris over-flows bins …

such is life when **** sapiens, trapped

in the machinations of predetermined destiny

live in congested clusters



I turn a corner into Oxford Street…

in aching silence my mind screams -

- Do you not see that we are all shadows

of who we were meant to be?

For dreams can only live when freed

of the dying dreamer…



What Twist of fate brought me here

aimlessly wandering streets not my own?



Moth to candle flame

ghosts beckon with crooked claws…

… eerie calls

shivered on twilight’s quivering breath…

sunset, a mere flicker

through dappled trees

offers little light in its final moment



Thoughts trail in tangled streamers

inevitably following as feet

trace an invisible path

through inner city streets



Somewhere a dove weeps to witness

days demise,  grey shades growing

dimmer, dimmer still

surely the dove  knows

There can be no light without the dark

and In darkness, we have to light our own fire-

- feed our own dreams and desire

paint the night in cosmic lights and fear not

the silent shadows…



Three hours bled into street-glow and dark corners

as I walked, with aimless intent

time slipping into moments lost

in remembrance of forgotten dreams…

… once I  thought heard… or dreamt I heard

an angel sing

and watched as halo’d stars

Surrendered to her call.

*

Art & Poetry Sharonlee©5-Jul-13


* In this poem the Oxford St I refer to is in the inner-city  of Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.