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Born To Muse
In the hammering rain of last night
I slept the best I have all week
I slept deeper, longer
than I have done for months
And would you guess who I should meet there
on the dream stools
at the dream bar
ordering her dream gin
sliding me a dream beer
Well, you come here often
I don’t have to ask
I’ve seen you here so many nights before
but it has been a while
(and I’ve missed you)
Friday 8th November 2019 4:05 pm
The Lighthouse
There are these nights
like clockwork I find myself
ticking up stone steps
at the lighthouse
There are these nights
cloaked in melancholy
staring out, wide-eyed
across the freezing seas of time
There are these nights
I sit, quietly, by the lens
wondering of all the other nights
I have sat quietly wondering…
A thread of light stretches backwards
through all my life
sewing toget...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 6:10 pm
Kelvingrove Memories
Stumbling across a hidden river
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
where clen...
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
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