“Carry me, carry me down to the sea. I feel an urge to plunge, the sea is calling me” – we sang, and drank, and cheered and drank again. Singing songs of dreams, scores and whores we grew up, those tender years, filled with vinyl, friendship and fears. One winter’s night the dreams were shattered, footsteps leading to a hole in the ice. You left us there, you plunged into darkness, you left no trace, only memories of friendship and laughter.
Rejoice in light and
polyunsaturated
fat
Your dark spots
reduced by sucking
hand-grenades
Your wet spot remain
the only
evidence
I was ever
there
When is it too late to alter the course of a sinking ship? To rescue the rats nibbling at coffers of metals auspicious
being the last to leave
afraid to swim
sinking
deeper
with
every
breath
I
take
At the end of this blackened night I shall set out on a journey, the likes of which only bards recite. But first I shall gather strength through rest. Then welcome dawn, the messenger, carrier of song of mornings, a gentle breeze through open windows, the smell of rising bread in baking and children’s laughter unmistaken. I must bid thee farewell as my journey is long with shadows of peril awaiting; you must remain strong no matter how long I take, to return from the fields of glory.
I’m out of time
with clocks still ticking
I’m floating
down the river of
infinite events
but neither swimming
nor drowning
misplaced or
displaced in a
multiverse of
mind
I’m out of time
with clocks still ticking
I’m not everyone’s
cup of tea
I’m coffee
gone cold
unsweetened
old
bitter and
going mouldy
re-heatable – surely
tasty – nah
if I’m in
your cup
throw me out
wash it clean
start anew
another brew
bitter sweet memories
replaced by
sugar and
spicy treats
I’m surfing on my
latest brain wave,
clarity hits me
as I fall in a
momentary laps of
concentration –
mindfulness gone
awry
I am sky and ocean, waves and sand on days of towels and melting ice cream.
I am beacon of hope, your guiding light when all seems lost, darkness rules with no end in sight.
I am blankets wrapped on cold winters night with stars above and holding of hands.
I am radiating suns, the first light and the waning moon, the warmth that melts and cracks in ice.
I am beginning, I am end and I am everything you cannot comprehend.
I am reflections in mirrors, flickering in eyes, the kiss on the cheek and a whispering wind.
I am all you wouldn’t dare to be, all your wishes and prayers unfulfilled, always the answers staring you in the face.
I am to you as you are to me, one and the same, the creator of dreams.
