Colliding Thoughts

A cheerful calm wraps itself
in reams of tranquil delight,
reflecting yellow stars which

skip and bound in merriment,
to songs of a hot summers night,
spinning in circles, gently kissed

with a fresh meadow scent,
the soul of a soul whoose life
feels well spent. The mind tumbles

to and fro through many a year,
yesterdays pictures-a flickbook
of memories, slipping-seaping,

softly, in and out of time 
(various faces of past and 
present), criss-cross then align.

It's a funny thing when trapped
in such a space, surrounded by
beauty and the elegant charms

of this 'free' world, how the mind
gathers a vivid and spellbinding 
place! -a hub of a life embedded

with love. 'Am I afraid?' Do all
my thoughts cascade and shatter
into a myriad of pieces to shake

and re-make-re-form-re-bake,
like fragments of a story or 
layers on a cake? Do I slip solo, 

clutching at the fabric of fibre, 
my only incentive beyond those
twisted images of lifes warped 

c o lli..d.,,er..

up-
on 
waking to normality? Do
my hopes or fears bath 
fervently within a realm

of uncertainty? Should I let them...
.......?.....I am blind...blinded........
.............a bright light....clouds my 

head...am I DEAD or ALIVE..... . .

that breeze returns and again
I am home, wrapped in a blanket
-but not alone! sheltered by

your fleece of natural beauty,
leaves fall-
ing..to the ground in autumns bloom. 

And then I

realise...I realise, and I no longer
thirst for answers, for they will
come in years-years coming, when 

the stars smile shiny bright 
over me, you...you and I, lying
together in a rose petal bed....

beneath those mighty heavens
stretching easily beyond the 
infinite mist of an unknown sky.... 


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