In fear we cling
Over eyes like yours.
Shivering in cold breeze,
or simply damp squibs.
On rainbow mats.
In depleted tree trunks,
Emptiness full of gaping holes.
Shadows creep like empty hearts,
Often broken darkness.
Thundering silences.
Nightmaring through nights
filled with memories of days
long gone.
Rainy days…
Too many of us,
crave the appraisal
and accolade
from people whose opinions
don’t matter.
Too many of us,
confuse happiness with luxury
with a sense of being “above”,
when true happiness
lies only within.
Too many of us,
give up our sanity
to impress others,
to chase tangible things
…
Doing nothing is the art,
of going into the deepest part of yourself.
And simply let it go.
It is the achievement of depth,
and desires.
In flux, rotating through the microcosm
of the 21st century.
Middling eyes and trembling hands,
co-exist in futures;
not yet explored.
Nor conquered,
merely…
Youths chasing starlight dusts,
echoes of eternity;
Across the universe and
Andromeda
7 million light years away.
He sees hope in the middle,
of a swirling black hole.
She sees only the depths,
of his stone cold heart.
Freezing;
Like dry ice tumbling.
In and over the top,
of my head.
Dreams falling from the sky;
and onto laps
like warm bread,
ready for a spread of butter.
Twiddling thumbs..
and shaking heads.
Ready for everything,
and nothing at all.
