Swirling vapour lifts

Through canyon and valley drifts

Our perspective shifts

Set on the bush line

Beyond where the trees can climb

Keep us safe and dry

Shadows turn to blue

Tides drag us up from the deep

Face towards the sun

Ocean wash me clean

Take away all certainties

Ambiguous sea

Prowling the shoreline

A sinister shadow lurks

Silently hunting

In the evening chill

Pollen reveals the winds will

Nothing’s ever still

Can’t stem the tide or

Halt the flow, can’t turn back time

Let the river go

Hazy glow surrounds

Glooming steel spires towering down

Spectres crawl the ground

Above and below

Surrounded by H2O

Even bodies flow

Am I just the same?

Or do I rot and decay?

Light calls me to grow

Dead heads hang in shame

What will happen to their name?

Fresh seeds fall like rain

As winter reveals

Rivers growing in the sky

We shelter elsewhere

As the seasons pass

Memory filters out the dross

Only the rose remains

A thorn in my side

Let winter battle commence

Frost bites bone cold toes

The last leaves cling on

For so long I think that spring

Has already sprung

Twisted limbs of oak

Entangled in words I spoke

It was just a joke

Sun always rises

Gravity pulls ever down

Man wavers between

Time flies, seasons change

Stripped of leaves, all that remains

Is this twisted frame

Still trying to find

How I fit in this chaos

Would I rather not?

A buried memory

How were we once enemies?

I stand in envy

When the flames break through

Firey tongues lick and smother

Consuming us all

This silver sickle

Reaps and binds these fragile stars

And makes the sky pale

Seal my lips with coal

Black bishop can’t hide from night

Dig a deeper hole

Through this twisted frame

We weave, wind and wend our way

Then head home again