Awaking to the noise of innocent birds
quivering in the shelter of the falling water.
I hear chilly raindrops drumming the surface of the windows,
making the satisfaction of my warm bed one of which even poetic imagery cannot define.

I relax to a heated glass of milk,
in the company of a delicious homemade biscuit.
Tranquilising on the sofa which I pleasantly sink into,
whilst my lover’s gentle eyes make the room even warmer.

The smell of the sizzling bacon,
that is succulently frying in the kitchen,
allows my mouth to water greater than my tummy rumbles.
It was no less than I had expected on a Sunday morning.

As I sink my anticipating teeth into the perfect sandwich,
I briefly appreciate that countless people would lust for this lifestyle,
that I hugely take for granted.
I could pretend that I care. But I don’t.

Green and mean, stench of nature
Tiny glass rocks, pale smoke
Combusted, inhaled, exhaled, ecstasy
Pathways to another dimension.

Sometimes bringing fear
Mostly tranquilising
Words flow even better
When you are in my veins.

Hearing the hidden
Under your influence
Feeling everything
Sensory affluence.

Becoming more accepted
In this backward world
A symbol of peace
Mother nature's milk.

Toyed with by Man
Now mutated, stronger
I long to stroke you
As you stand in nature.

Pass, pass, pass, pass
You are mine alone
And better with others
Tender unassuming glory.

I like to hold you
Feel you crumble
With sticky residue
A plant, so humble.

Silence
an eery sound
empty
yet fills and surrounds

Sometimes
it's cold
and terrifying

at other times
it's peaceful
and tranquilising

Silence
not a sound
sometimes it's lost
sometimes it's found