Colours of summer

Scattered though the overgrowth

Wilderness returns

From a distant shore

In the gaps and in the detail

Where the devil lies

Softly eyelids close

Consciousness slips away to

Soporific sleep

Clouds unfurl and melt

Stretching through the Aspen trees

From the sea of seas

Two times Is too few

To do all that I could do

Time to go to you

The lonely mountain

Scrambles the magnetic poles

Sea of broken bones

Perpetual twilight

Primal screens replace sunlight

Perplexed in streetlight

Will we be artifacts

In someone else’s history

Or bytes in memory?

Billboard banner art

Beating mart, pulsing apart

Inside the same heart

Hazy skies papered

Crimson Maple leaves marooned

In the sweet green sea

A bright May morning

Leaving home without a clout

It’s a weird wide world

Brilliant blossom

Calling every honey bee

To a nectar feast

The unfolding leaves

Me gasping, gulping for breath

To fill my spirit

Birch sprays rake fresh shoots

Life bursting from limb and bud

Weeping, wishing well

Words in copper wires

Or racing through the fibre

Ever falling short

Where do the days go?

Should I try to pack them full

Or tie them down slow?

Weaving winding limbs
Carrying our fragile nest
This place I love best

While the world wakes up

I’m locked away in my cave

Pressing wrong buttons

A song everyday

I belong in fields of grey

Every day’s a song