You had to be there...........

Starlight Thoughts.

The heart was stopped
In that moment the Skein flew by
In resonate formation
A private moment of hopeful fear
For futures conflicting in their own Somme
As the wounded love lay in aqua hands
Wishing they could do more
Yet feeling bereft but stoic all the same
Awaiting the shrill call to arms
That the dawn will surely bring

A Voice Returns........

DETRITUS THOUGHTS........

In the solitude of the moment,
Many thoughts can flash-burn the minds eye.
And yet burn away in space debris extinction.
The stars look on in shimmering repose
And still send no answers to the micro second mind.
The illusion of love in the reality of a dream
Is shared to infinity.

Changes..............................

Suppression

These moments of silence and solitude are bliss.

They surround the soul in contemplation.

The roaring silence echoed in the evening birdsong

That brings the heart closer to finding its truth.

Without these moments, time does not exist.

But for the white noise of background life,

One can be transported to another time before chaos abounded.

But solitude can find recourse in distant echoes of man.

The train bound who knows where with who knows why

Rhythmically trundles distantly past, and still the blackbird

Calls your name in time with mine. The silence brings this suppression

To a conductive truce. The truce within the knowledge of change.

The Change within the knowledge of accepted past that never

Quite lived up to its promise. That never quite brought the glorious sunset

That so many times was wished upon.

Moreover, what of you my beautiful city that weighs heavy on my heart.

Must I leave you in sadness? On the other hand, can you and I now accept?

That the time is ripe for change. You will always be here.

Nevertheless, my horizon is calling me and the voice is not passive,

And………………………….

Sometime the past is too much to bear..........

Confessional

Words come easy in your embrace.

Flowing like the pen on parchment,

The confessional begins scraping forth past agonies.

There are no recriminations here as the tears flow

In post-winter thaw that heralds the early spring flood.

The snowdrop comes to pay its yearly respects.

They know nothing of the past,

Only the future can they comprehend.

They have no need to fathom the

Desperate depths of our ages.

That is for us to punctuate

With our remorse.

So, when the spring flood turns into

Summer tranquillity through to autumn expectancy

Waning to gloom,

Shall we again contemplate winters atoneable regret?

That while so young we forgot to watch

The snowdrop and its simple life develop as a lesson

For our eyes.

Ah, the folly.

Thats just the way it is............Northwest by Northwest.

Words can never convey
A sense of enormity,
A sense that momentus happenings
Have been achieved.
They never mean what they say,
And can never say what they mean.
But somehow or other,
Across the ether like world
That entwines us in the
Solitude of sanctity,
Somehow and somewhere,
The words: Thats just the way it is
Bring a shrug and a smile, because,
Thats just the way it is!

36 Hours.........

Life through a window.

We are just moments in time.
Sunbeams directed onto springtime grass
That fiercely attacks winters fatal fading gloom.
We are the train in multi directional motion
That neither stops to think or calculate
The voluminous intent of life that weighs heavy
On those without repose or solidity.
We are the mighty oak, the humble daffodil.
One that defies times logic, the other just defies.
We are more than any commercial intent.
Maybe less than we think.
We are constrained by times ethical dictates.
But until time calls time,
We just simply.......are.

Things they never teach you in school............

SUBSERVIANT

This body wears the scars of submission.

She is an enigma, an enchantment to my soul,

She is ambiguous to my hearts yearning.

Yet animal instincts cause her to reciprocate in tempestuous fashion.

My blood is the echo of her desire.

Willingly led I fall into her like a blind zealot.

The burning desire lies unquenched at sunrise

When she leaves in a rush.

She remains an enigma, and I am

Left, none the wiser.