the page

this one is a weird one, written waiting for the train, then on the train.

the cold blank page
stares at me withered with age
flames rolling, twisting writhing
fierce in my head
the need to warm the page
with thoughts that will bring life
and warmth to this cold page

flames sparked by let downs
false hope and beautiful catastrophe
to be's or not to be's,
to do's or not to do's
the ashes of burnt sacrificial life
thoughts reaching the temple
focus is not any clearer
than a steamy winter window.

sun glistening, dancing, spinning, rippling,
to be in that nirvana state
lifeless but full of flight
what joy that would be

sweet distraction,
mindless numbing
fast paced trees and shrubs
drops travelling the unkown way
distracted by nothing but its path

to be the raindrop or glistening dancing dust
to be at ease, what dreams would be
so awesome and bellisimo
but to try for,
only makes the metaphorical corridor
all the more longer
the end unreachable
unfathomable end,
against my cognitive ways.

lost...

a fiery peace

this one I wrote when i was feeling down, a wee while back.

going nowhere very fast
unsure which route i should take
feeling, thinking without a breath

the road with ease looks good
the height looks welcoming
toes touching the edge
slight wobble as breeze passes

trying hard, but something
someone stopping me
looking up take a breath
all faces look to him
innocence is calling

this face I recognise
he has called before
ignorance no longer bliss
heart is broken and tugged

there he hangs
"it is finished" he cries
he breathes his last

i step down
fall to my knees
who is this man
that he takes it for me

i curl up open my arms
and plead..
'take me back,
forgive me,fill my life'

immediately all is clear
a fire burns within again
life seems full again
i see a shadow, look up,
there he stands his hand outstretched

the dark clouds part
my mind breathes
i take his hand and smile
there is nothing else i need

he walks with me
we talk
Im reminded of what he did
he slows me down
I breathe relief
he sends me the right way

still unsure of where i head
i toddle on in peace
life makes sense

sovreignty and love glow from his face
i look back to see him
he has gone
in my heart i know he is there

Early Summer Night

I lay awake dressed for day
but to work the hours of night
the sound of heavy subdued breath
a dangerous but soothing sound to my ears

to refresh, I go out to the garden
greeted by sweet smells of summer day
the sweet summer breeze brings joy to my naze
the sound of sleeping seas from the grand oak above.

the last birds and mammals sleep,
as darknesses quilts the sky
back inside my coffee beckons hot
my mind ablaze with plans and ponders

bed springs moan under heavy sleep
rustling quilts and readjusting pillows
breathing now heavy and subdued,
8hours I remind myself, eyes get heavy.

8 hours til i can feel the cold pillows sweet embrace
til i can feel the sweet smelling condolance of a cotton hug,
8hours til my plans and ponders are filed away
til my eyes behind closed doors dance a happy REM.

I wish those 8 Hours would come quickly, before dried eyes and a loosened neck fall into the hands of sleeps temptuous grasp.