eyes asleep & a broken neck, my head it rests on battered thought.
an orange flame flickers, dances, nods in joy, its silent praise bathed in wax
waves of sound stroll back & forth, back & forth.
emptiness in my head.
the girl with hair of maiden straw, she left the world a lonely place.
sappeared & children learnt, that such a word is written wrong.
i sought a sight of a smiling face and ended with such fakery.
fun that should & could and would have been, mutated into climbing trees
the children climbed and laughed and fell about, the storms of rage did take a few
and then the world it paused in hidden hope, that evening slumber would now approach
& with a flight through starry sky, the horses ran & whisked me home.
To my cave of ice, a heated breath, my frozen nails and fur-lined mask
here i sit & watch my mind, a drifting thought that passes by
& with no hate, for all has gone, the news switched off and door shut tight
i rest in light that no man knows, with ghosts and dreams and broken hopes.
i bid all well and hide myself, a hiding human in his cave.
sitting, resting, waiting, his dreaming heart encaged.
(c) Ed Simkins
~ On the events of my today; through work & play & now.