Leaving this town

Dark is the night

When the owl gazes over

Bright yellow eyes a soulful desire

A whirlwind of life casts over

Batten down, ride out this town

In the morning wake, take time

Leave it all behind, a grumbling ache

Never ceases to entertain

To question how we live

A forgotten delicious

Next to the fallen Tree

Fruits of the forest flourish

Leaves fall to the ground

Droplets of water in still motion

Tranquil night, faint light

A hedgehog hobs round

The fallen tree lovers

Gaze into each other eyes

Hearts open wide

Never knowing what lays behind

Excitement of colour

Splashes into life

A match to a tinder box

Is it reigning passion or desire

A wolf in plain sight

Spirit of Gold

It’s a grey field

Where black is red

And red is black

Our minds wander

In space and time

We lose our selves

Lose our spirit

Lose our hearts

Walking by the field of gold

We don’t see

Where beauty lies

anymore

We don’t know

We are blinded

By flesh n bone

11:32pm – Thoughts

Nighttime rain

Echoing black silver

Ribbons sling across the deep dark

Theatre of the night

In the misty lake

By the fray

Finding Fate

Echoes

A fire echoes

Radiating, touching flesh

Warming the bones

Of a thousand lives

Crowded streets

Stealing your eye

In the moment

The fork lies

Hissing green snakes

Nirvana evades

To be

Risk it all

Exist

Tales Of Wine

Red lands asunder

An oak wooden chair

Familiar & exotic guests

Bellowing voices arise

Suddenly a figure stands

Speaking a white river fable

Holding his gambit

The gauntlet falls

A tasteful

Applaud

21st Century Consumer

In

Sleepy Streets

Riddled

Rain forest treats

Land

Quenching black gold

Where

Consumption knows no bounds

Addiction

Flowing ancient dopamine paths

Is

Taught to all; young and old

Advertised

In many forms where life styles are sold