As the spaceship races faster and faster, struggling to remain in the same spot, the enchanted mind splutters on as if in a sea-wake.
Coming at you, a sea-urge: wave after wave, singing a lullaby of discord and unity in a vertiginous time loop.
York, an autumn season — some years ago.
In a dark moon day,
I swept away a cloud of thoughts
Across high and majestic mountains.
The sky, then not removed by God —
A crystal lake with flames of blue.
Ten thousand white-feathered birds
Swung across and flung the sea-winds back
With sudden turns, fluttering, disappearing.
Beyond a lonely wall,
I met you with no surprise
You were daydreaming with a pinch of salt,
Telling lies on a light and smoky sky,
Clueless and unforgiven,
In constant search of your blacken’d plumage
And your head of dew.
Then having run for miles on hills of ruby,
And having reversed the clock of my slowing time,
I came to a halt for I was cold and my mind was starving.
My heart told hard lies still, and still for once
I came across an eye in meditation, longing far.
It was weeping sad and low
And from a deaden’d night
My father cried from without,
I waited for the stars to call and shriek.
I played the bull and you the horse
And so we fell beneath the soaked turf
While the grey monster of a zombie night
Ate our soul and displaced our solitude.
It is winter again, I rest my shaken hands
On your shoulders, and you dine within my head
As we look on, the night grows high and looming,
The sun of yesterday gives light on our hearts
For as we roll down the hill yet again
We know the light must brighten before tomorrow’s sun
And a long, wide-eyed summer awaits beyond the wall.