As the morning of my life ends
And childhood seems so far away
The afternoon splendour greets my senses
Beckon me forward
Else I will willingly stay within my embryonic state of childhood dreams
The poets who have written across my sky are lying down to rest
The darkness has engulfed them for one last fight
Warriors of the night
Lost in the darkness of the days realities
Will they still be dreaming
Of worlds within
The ones they could never quite touch
Bathsheba left first in a puff of smoke
She was a time lord
A mystery
But she sold her dreams to the darkness
And reality  hit hard
Sweet Paddy to meadows of golden corn you fled
A soul to true
A poet so wise
Writing of you brings tears glory to mine eyes
I see you
I sense you
Sitting by side the flowing brook
Richard he left
Contemplating what his life was all about
Hello poetry
Was sinking and he needed to find an escape hatch
Funny how our poetry lives mirror us so well
But then I guess his bleeding heart
Was swelling and needed to exploded
I still see the ghost of a man I used to call friend
But reality must be sweet
For never an ear do we lend
Jp caught a train
Probably he is stuck in some obscure hotel room
Up to his ole tricks
Or just travelling the journey of his life
Whilst holding onto his sanity
Who knows I hope maybe to see him sometime
I do like a good train journey
You never know who your find along the way
Bill with his dog name bear
I sent him emails but he doesn't reply anymore
Last time I heard he was happy in love
Im hoping this soft soul has found all he needs and is happy

As the reality ***** the life out
And the darkness lets go
They find the light
Or they loose the fight

When I hear that your leaving it makes me emotional at a root level
A soul level
A god dam
Here goes another one level

But its ok
I leave for months
I leave for years
You know I'm still here
You know we breath the same air
We look at the same moon
Smile at the same stars
This is what a soul connection is all about
We are here to be connected
And that connection
Will not waver
Distance
Sight
Nothing

The emptiness is full of the words of poets
Spoken
Dreamt
Thought
In our lives we create something so dark so  beautiful
Only the poet would understand
Though the mortal man of reality
May touch upon and live our words for a while