All that’s life sails on by
Dreams which sing & flutter.
I’m lost in a world that doesn’t know
The sense of love which sends.
In dreaming in my deepest sleep
in days which flow & roll & pass.
I sit & breath it in,
Though the air is cold & still my friend
I stare out of windows lit by flowers
& wonder at where the time it goes
As Stillness plays & silence screams.
With piano sung with peace & joy.
Calm, sullen jugs of heated liquor
Travel through the throat which writes
& covers itself in solemn darkness.
Clouds of melancholy stutter deeply
My heart it ponders the win-ability of life
& lays its weary head in shame.
Unforgotten, unloved, unknown.
A rhyme of heartache tasked with love
Eyes which see refused to taste the sights of joy
Belly warm with strong contemplation
These moments gone drunk in spirits
In silent circumcision.
I’m drunk with life, & foolish too.
Forgotten how to walk or sing.
No girl, no sense, no purpose found
I lie within the garden of this cave
& fantasise with bottle brought
& await the arrival of my god.
So a last recount to you my friend
A tale of life which knows no bound
I see the world of humans pass
I see no future hymn to sing
Fate has blown me far away.
As silent statues talk of death.
A final swig of life & down
Broken dreams collapse to ground.
~ a heavy hand in thought does write this. Maybe one day you’ll understand.
© ed simkins