Drifting high on a gentle breeze
and grazing the tops of lofty trees,
watching below, all the people move
but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.
Floating higher and into the clouds,
the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.
Throbbing pulse of a beating heart
as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.
Looking down upon an ailing world
with colourful rags held hig...
Monday 22nd June 2015 6:27 pm
We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it's limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacl...
Saturday 16th May 2015 3:40 am