I awake from a nightmare
And feel relief
At the slow realisation
That it was
But a dream
And yet
My body still grips the tension
Of the terror which tormented me
In the dawn hours
The nightmare aroused
Deep anxieties
That I know I carry
And for the morning
I struggle to recover
On this same day
I see a woman
On the seashore
Washing her sore legs with seaweed
The white windmills of Tilbury
Turn the industrially poisoned air
And boys punch each other
At the train station
And then
Music
Created
Sung by brave people
For each other
Lifts me of out of my body
To a higher spiritual plane
Returns me to my memories
Of younger days
I am carried back
Reliving my emotions
Sharing and remembering
Experiences of years gone by
I am older
Yet somehow I am re-connected
To my younger self
My heart swells with emotion
Nostalgia
This is what art can do
This is why I live
With music
This is why I live
With art
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
I awake from a nightmare
And feel relief
At the slow realisation
That it was
But a dream
And yet
My body still grips the tension
Of the terror which tormented me
In the dawn hours
The nightmare aroused
Deep anxieties
That I know I carry
And for the morning
I struggle to recover
On this same day
I see a woman
On the seashore
Washing her sore legs with seaweed
The white windmills of Tilbury
Turn the industrially poisoned air
And boys punch each other
At the train station
And then
Music
Created
Sung by brave people
For each other
Lifts me of out of my body
To a higher spiritual plane
Returns me to my memories
Of younger days
I am carried back
Reliving my emotions
Sharing and remembering
Experiences of years gone by
I am older
Yet somehow I am re-connected
To my younger self
My heart swells with emotion
Nostalgia
This is what art can do
This is why I live
With music
This is why I live
With art
12th June 2016
