I am left here to amaze your sardonic devise
As you head thoughtless down a path of your choice.
The lack of concern in your vain compromise
Lends a falter to the strength of your voice.
You map your new world, new ideas for your change
Without care for your floundering past;
Your blind quest for a cause to help re-arrange
The stigma that ghosts shroudly cast.
In your furor of mind, your struggle to survive
Haunting’s voice from the past, cold and stark;
Your demeaning attempts only force you to deprive
Hearing cries from your children in the dark.

Through a cacophony of colour
Let your inner thoughts dissolve;
In the spirals of dimensioned time
Allowing mind’s concepts to evolve
To see the light we’ve seeked to find
For years ‘cross life’s gaped plain;
The striving for the euphoric dream
Remains grasped, it’s just a game.
A plot, a ruse, or maybe just fate
But a chance that all may come true;
An example of challenge – and one I’ll take –
To prove my love for you.
But not a love that co-exists
With the innuendos of life today;
One that’s deeper, where minds can share
And expand whilst others decay.
A stage where instincts are never void,
Where beliefs are attuned to the time;
Not a compromise, but a gathered scope
In our mystical place, sublime.
Where sapid logic guides the stream
To river the aura’s view –
There I will be, in the sunset light,
In a dream I’ll be looking at you.

When you stare at yourself
In that grand hall of mirrors
Whose reflection do you really see?
Are all those squint eyes
The same colour I remember
And why do they all look at me?
The right is now left
Altered perceptions belie
And can sometimes be difficult to see.
So what do you want?
A thousand eyes look on;
What is it that you want with me?

The reasons should be obvious
I feel the hurt well in her eyes.
Oblivious, I look for obvious –
Some hint beyond the disguise
Of classifying that category;
Unfamiliar with those ways and means;
Left out to muse and ponder on
All those maybes and in-betweens
We use to narrow life’s horizon view –
Sunsets we can miss at sunrise.
Perhaps too weathered by past harsh storms,
I re-cloak, I hypothesize
At the very chance of what could have been,
Those wondrous dreams now lie bereft.
My way is to just keep on loving you
Until there are no more sunsets left.

Lives change somehow, often by chance,
And we return to old times gone by.
Paths chosen, sometimes by compromise,
Fun times, sad times, old memories intensify:
Was it all really all worth it, what did we learn?
Were there other lessons we missed along the way?
Did we change or were we true to ourselves
And are we still true to ourselves to this day?
Different paths, chosen roads, curiosities arise,
We take pause, we need time to reflect.
Almost sacred, we get to honour that space
Between what’s no longer and what is not yet…

On the crest of a wave winged gulls take flight
In search of warmer lands;
Direction course set, measured charts in sight,
Their erudite journey is planned.
In the blink of an eye, a snap catch of the beak,
Their formation, their logistics are pure;
They ride high on the thermals, winged speed as they seek
The most perfect view of their tour.
From above to below horizons change on the fly,
Something’s different, a deference profound;
While we see our land flat as we head on by
They know that their world is round.

…And then tomorrow never came:
I paused to rethink, contemplation-wise.
Why does it always remain the same –
Each play repeats; it all applies
To the never ending turbulence.
We are roistered in this affair
By our very own ambivalence
Of whether yesterday was ever there…