Just Somewhere Out There
Up above, the clouds broke
strolling beside a shimmering brook, I awoke.
The scene took me away to a peaceful place
where all was well, bringing a smile to my face,
then it went, I grabbed at the air,
chasing a feeling that had just been there,
the sky turned to grey, banged the door shut
anxious, lost, a seering pain in my gut.
I turned to ask why, the answer didn't come,
all to see was the blanketed sun.
Surely another time it would return,
But now, an opportunity, a space to learn.
Do We Have Time?
Yesterday was tomorrow only just a second ago,
Rushed behind me somewhere, somewhere I don't know,
Soon I will forget the thoughts behind these words,
Imagine a journey so incomplete as one thousand flightless birds,
And it pains me to admit that at times I have been bored,
With work, duties, the news, with people I once adored.
Morning comes and I miss it, walking through mists,
Mind anywhere but the gardens here, endless streams, perennial lists,
I miss the day all around, especially the one beneath my nose,
No smell from the blooming rose.
It wilts without my connection,
As I bound on with boundless disaffection,
To then be seated to look at the massive café clock
Waiting for service, here, alone, it seems it must have stopped.
Friendship
You know when you've met a true friend,
Because as the candle light fades you know it's not the end.
And your conversations never tire, nor bore
You always want to know about them and it's never a chore.
When you ask after them you care for the reply,
You don't simply ask how are you then just walk on by.
Through them life is given more meaning and is well worth the toil,
When things get so hard they are the first to remain loyal.
I cannot think of a better way of spending my time,
Just me and them being ourselves under our self-made sunshine.
Light Years
Martians had colonized my thoughts,
short-circuited memories, interfered with clarity.
Friend to foe, welcome visitor to enemy,
they danced over my logic and scrawled over my sense of worth,
took me on a journey of fear and paranoia,
away,
away from,
me.
They hid me in secure boxes, with sentry guards,
rationed me on pin-pricked light and whispering voices.
Parcels arrived from them for me,
but addressed to someone I didn't recognise.
They contained photos of anonymous people with
erased faces.
When they fled they gave me the key,
but
I couldn't open the door
for years
I then dragged myself over broken hearts and lost souls
feeling
opening
stepping on murder victims and violated innocences
on
trying to confront the horror that I had missed.
I witnessed how they'd lived in emptinesses, inhabiting
shallow pools and plastic houses,
how they'd lived half a life.
I cried for their efforts
as I began to complete their incomplete jigsaw puzzle.
Still I cried, seeing the image pieced before me
bold and beautiful,
It read out
my name.
All Worth It
Not often
so meaning more
I sense a place
for me to be
a belonging
a calling
a reply to why.
Dawning
The sun yawned its light over my morning,
softly penetrating my window with its calling,
offering a newness never before seen on this day,
sweeping the dead wood of the night away.
It paralysed me from my neck to my feet,
as it covered my face with its powerful heat,
slowly moving down my body to wake up the rest,
shaking hands with my heart and legs like an invited guest.
Up above, my mind began briefly to merge with the light,
hesitating then embracing this wonderful sight,
and with it came knowledge of a world so right,
traversing the extremes of the black and the white.
Then the sun moved on and left me in shade,
but leaving the strong memory of the beauty I had made,
I sat up, stretched, and stood by my bed,
breathing in the morning that the sunrise had just fed.
Fulfilment
To touch the skies with your finger tips,
to drink the oceans from one single sip,
to view the entire earth from an open front door,
to have sufficient and not want for any more.
The Wish
If we never get there but we try to,
if we don't live fully but we strive to,
then we will have spoken,
left our mark,
and our dreams and spirits will have been awoken.