My spirit left me

I crawled out of the ocean

Just an empty shell

Concrete these fields 

The ever consuming hand

Capitalism

I’ll never forget

Everything you’ve been to me

It’s who I am now

Come remember me

Beneath that wild sycamore 

And there I will rest

Must I always beat

Like a moth against a flame

‘Til my burnt wings fail?

Little black spider

Setting your gossamer traps

I await return

 I’m a ball of yarn

My heart and my head entwined

Tangled up inside

Blackbird on a wire

Set against a lonely sky

Is it time to fly?

When our atoms split

And drift apart underground

We will become one

Everything I’ve lost

So near yet so far away

Sparkling winter sun

What will I become?

A blind and hungry mongrel

Foraging for scraps

Clinging like a leech

To my memories of you

The darkness deepens 

Tall wood stacks totter

Precarious self esteem

Everything collapses

Under fine drizzle

Another damp Friday night

Waiting for summer 

Underneath wolf falls

In the depth of the plunge pool

Bones worn smooth with time

Conflict averted

Yet another battle lost

I have surrendered 

The older I get

The clearer I realise

How far off I am

Sometimes I forget

The fresh green smells of springtime 

And I feel afraid

I am difficult

That nagging itch you can’t reach

I am the question 

Where do I belong?

Am I of this crowd a-part?

No one can hear me

As the sun peeps out

Painting the afternoon red

This quiet hour 

A pale birdless sky

Dark tree fingers creeping in

Another winter 

Placid permafrost

Resting under long night air

So still so silent 

Every morning new

Brings me hope of seeing you

Again one day soon