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thinkingaboutit 




After star full night of impossible dreams
take this place beside me now
where you have long since lain,
a flash of light before the dawn
has blown canopies of thoughts aside
and music filters through our window pane.

Everywhere is silent now
stagnancy is Past,
soon a sign will open up
pointing printed pathways throughout Time
and ancient bells of mirror glass
will gradually chime.









So take a seat beside me here
where misty days with leaden skies
have left us wandering
well-remembered forgotten
streets in free fall spiral
of tangled dreams
and tortured phrases
scrawled on walls in cul-de-sacs
by factory gates and sewage farms.









Crystal clear is always there
seen through a glassy ball
reversed in ways now understood
that on the other side of things
is not upside down at all.

These tracks were learnt
some time ago –
summits scaled and all –
Realisations daily dawned
with sudden coups
in very simple ways

but now these words
seem much too small
to let all that be known –
and how to find the thread again
of everything you could learn
when you simply chose to take
paths that were your own.






Is this new thing
from the same springs as before,
somewhere deep within
or has Time rusted
the wheels so much
and worn our veils so thin
that this is someone else’s dream
we are wandering in?






Truth flits between the airs
encircling us all
and darts away just out of reach -




sea spray across the beach..




Glimpsed imagined goals are set
fair through background clouds
and those who once were left
from out of shadows again are met,





while drifting seas of stormy rhyme




urge on this ageing mariner.















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