Corner of a Dream

I came around the corner of a dream

And saw you coming 

down the  old lane

  I recognised your blue eyed smile

 What are you doing here?

 We screamed 

We hugged in tears and joy 

Your wet tears on my neck  

Laughing and crying 

We walked the wooded  field edge 

down to the stream 

Among the bluebell bird song  

And talked of times gone by.

 Your family and the perfect sky 

How every one was doing now 

Your children  

Whom I will never know, 

Long hours in sun  

we sat cool toes in a pool

 A lazy summers day 

You and I 

As the evening set 

 we fell away 

Slowly to sleep 

On the hospital grass bed 

You smiled  

Through the respirator. 

I held your hand 

And parted

 I awoke 

howling into the dark

Hyacinth moon

Y Tir Cwastraff

April is the miracle month

Resurrecting life 

from dead land

fecund Ram 

flood moon

The moment in full colour,

Steeped in plenty, 

Womb full desire. 

Weaving  memory

On scented breeze.

The perfection of being 

In the sheer forever now.

The seed sap 

bright liquid dawn.

Sun surges 

through stem 

the engine of leaf

the engine of me

The force that

Explodes blossom

That drives my blood

Knows no winter

Sees only

Death the generator

April is the fifth Force 

Surprising us with

sudden rain 

shivering the lakes surface

‘Coffiwch! Dim Sais! Cymro dw'i!

Go iawn Celt!’

We called across the lake

of the drowned village
As the submerged bell rang.

But we knew them of old

So rung  a slow curse.

Mixing blood and soil

Wild hyacinth scented
Cauldron monthed

Wild moon miasma,

Thunder struck by creation:

loveless you will be

In the unreal city

Virus ridden lost ape 

Alone in the karma cafe 

Rain streaked windows

Lives measured out

In cigarets and ringed

coffee cups

Plastic spoons.

With no real home

Nor hope in deliverance 

Educated far beyond 

Our Intelligence 

Loser

Success

Like bloody evening falls, 

Over my content 

My heart slows

Under its seductive whisper 

A gold feather of lead

A cup of tea gone cold

An empty hall 

A closed theatre

vacant seats

Something just not right

The candle gutters

A lazy Spider crawls

Shadow play on walls

As I wait 

in the dust 

Of silence 

foolish I 

Poor silly man 

Wanting it all

But never catch as can,

Must be content 

With my discontent 

I consent 

But at what cost?

For had I won the universe 

And you,

I still would say I’d lost it all

And say it was not true

Iridescent death

King fisher

cobalt flash

bolts under

the weeping willow’s

latticed leaves 

plunges the surface  

of the reflected sky. 

Fisher King 

under the Skin 

of the rivers flowing fleet 

to strike sublime  

 scaled flicker of fish,  

Iridescence inspiration.  

 Depth dug meditation  

To hold the mind open   

And sink up, out

and pierce flesh  

Flick the surface 

of the evening splash 

streaming out beyond

 to become kissed sublime. 

Sheer Stealth from above 

the fisher of souls 

ignites his fatal love 

Wasted world

I shall miss the blue blue sky

The clean air the bird song  meadows 

Plastic free streams 

 Clean streets and friendliness  

Thinking time, creative time 

And the no vapour trail  sun 

Real life my one life 

All this will go  

When the ceaseless mechanical  

Shit-din begins 

Again 

The moronic team meetings 

The sick joke of safeguarding

 The stock driven  trivia  of it all 

The GDP  that I’m measured by

 The daily share index crap 

The appraisal and the CPD 

The soul destroying commute

  The shopping as mind numbing entertainment

  Work as gameification 

Sex as commodity  

Alcohol anaesthesia  world 

The hero worship of nothing  

For nothing by nothing 

travelling nowhere  

All of it  

This wasteland of a billion lives

Slow Burn

When I get far

From myself 

And feed the struggle 

 distancing my mind 

from raw reality, 

There you will find me 

on the wild heather hills  

Running  in the clouds 

And down my lived in scares 

That fault along  damage lines 

Toward my heart.

 Stored in the muscle  

Where hides  the original fracture 

The slow burn fuse 

That drives me on  

But I would rather be free 

To fly endlessly in the stars 

Away from The overwhelming

  too much to bare,

 in the deeper 

 under current 

Of my being 

To find  the hand

 that reaches out 

Across the dark 

To  pull me back to the world

The immediacy of being

All at sea

The sails unfurl

 I tac toward the shore

 With a roar

 Low in the Belly of the waves

 Cutting water

 Flinging spray.

 My mind fills

 My past reveals 

 My memory Moves  

like mercury on rock

 To these days

 The fiction made fact days

. The Science idiot times

To tell my younger self

That I could not own  life 

 That it spills through fingers

 Nor chain love 

For it  and time  are borrowed 

Nor could I possess beauty 

For age draws on skin 

Casts a web of karmic sin

  upon a pretty face.

What used to be

will Vanish With out trace. 

Like a ship in winter 

When the hurricanes  blow

All of this will  go

The sheer physics of it Will go 

The very biology.

But in every second my

Senses shone in incandescent incarnation  

Of the shear experience in it. 

The very seeing by it 

How bright it is!

To wake up briefly in this

Eternity and wonder in numinous awe

 how deeply loving is the moment.  

How eternal the immediacy of being.

By evening 

my sails bloom

As the harbour light

Guides me home