A broken window

Things I should have left unsaid

All empty boxes

As we walk back home

Down the roads I used to know

Sharp memories flood back

Hold me to ransom

Drowning in a sea of blue 

Status quo ante

As the heron swoops

Under an old red brick bridge

My days flee away

While the leaves unfurl

They shimmer and shine in green

And shut out the sky

Star photons scatter

Across dark empty spaces

So far my head hurts

Strong currents dragging

Ever nearer the ocean

It’s downhill from here

Orion the fool
On a delusional hunt

I gave up trying

Confined by four walls

 I travel many long miles

In optic fibre

If I were alone

Would I fight against the tide?

The water’s rising 

Blue bells toll for spring

Melting into long summer

And bid fairies come

Since I lost my way

Retreat into my old shell

A tired tortoise

In the darkest deeps

Never sure what might be found

Hidden underneath

Cold muscles shiver

As the axe bites in a knot

Even mountains shake

As the falling sun

Paints the clouds like a rainbow

Now I am alive

The taste of new leaves

The sound of long spring evenings

The smell of Ramsons

Still lost and confused 

All that I touch turns to dust

Though I tried my best

Underground I sleep 

Until the spring sun wakes me

From long lucid dreams

A baby cony

Tucked away in my warren

Warm and safe and dry

Clear blue crystal skies

Quiet birdsong haunts me still

When I remember

When the blind lead us

We follow, with hopeful hearts

Into the pitch dark

April sun is warm

The sleepy winter is gone

And all life is here

Bending the willows

Who take root and shoot skyward

Wherever they fall