our world is not always a nice place to be so let’s take off for paradise to do that we must dream so make a wish and dream the dreams made from memories choose daydreams for they are made from pleasant ones precious jewels of remembered moments of childhood pleasures recreated in golden colours under warm and generous skies for what is nirvana but bliss a perfect quietude remembered from that golden age when cares were so far away as to be invisible and joy was present in the simplicity of a walk in a spring meadow in hesitant steps across a bubbling beck in that breath of early evening air bringing the scent of heather and with it the rustle of new leaves bursting to catch the evening air amongst the rolling northern hills the cradled landscape of that now distant home forever a part of my being both bedrock and comfort of my present and succour of my hopes for the future
Walk, Eat, Sleep, Wake, Little to do To myself I talk Thus the story of twenty-twenty Gone the years of more and plenty Cover my face as in disgrace Cross my heart and keep apart Cuddles banned Hugs verboten Kiss me quick all that forgotten When will it end and will it ever A Life to live A love to sever Lock me up they might as well For where I am there I dwell Nothing but time to fill each day And time never ends so here I stay Locked in this cell not feeling well Till hope returns and once again within me burns
With bared feet and sadness in my soul I walk in the shallows the waves rippling to my bare feet I follow the ribs of the sand to their end in the swell of the next wave and by their disappearance I recognise the promise of their continuation for the world is in flux a life beginning as another ends memory fading at first soon settles into expectation an affirmation as the embers of all that cease to be are carried forward in the seeds of a future hope
Once upon a sublime time when daylight lingered long into night’s advance shadows crept from silent space wrapping themselves around the foothills of my youth their clutch clinging to my burgeoning hopes with silky snake embrace promising to smother all ills to suck the poison from my advance and still the waves that beat upon my summer shore
But now with time progressed and prospects passed with what avails me slipped away that promised land the unproven myth shown for what it is have I learnt nothing from my dreams has expectation become ash youth’s promise proven pallid yet stubbornly remaining to bolster what is left to me of life and give me strength to persist and hope for glory yet
‘Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.‘ King James Bible . . . Matthew 6:34. ‘Sermon on the Mount’
Yes … Tomorrow is another day One more locked-down day to bear While for me the world outside attempts to hide from view Yet I know that Somewhere The sun shines, while elsewhere snow’s warmth blankets the tumbling hills The rain is working its vernal wonders in the forest and the world’s waves beat upon its brackish shores
My life’s sideshow cowers in lockdown’s shade The life I once learnt to live fades And a new one awaits Granted by science and by human endeavour A new path to wend – to explore A road less travelled which I must learn to love The old well-tbeaten ways no longer lead to certainty only to danger and distress And so amidst a tangled understanding of right and wrong The future lives on in uncertainty’s haze
When the Quietus comes Then is the Night The end of my Beginning The start of The Next That infinite Unknown That never wished for Future So far safely hidden Forestalling the Pain Shrouding the Bliss Of what will come By drawing life’s Curtain Over its darkening Window Its haze obscuring That indeterminate Vision Of the meaning of Destiny Of what is Next
Take me back to those distant days When time stood boldly still; The burbling beck flowed green and clean Beside the bellowing forge; When each day brought new hope And the healing world invited me in.
With that street gang I fearlessly fought, Braved the imminent threats. Regrets nor desire for retribution Clouded no horizon And danger held no thrall.
Little I knew or even thought Of what new years might hold. Each day brought its gratitude, Each birthday took no toll… No future promise was worth a penny Beyond tomorrow’s stretch.
But now, even in my clouded vision, I see with unblinkered sight, The past held all my future Up to its proffered light, And could I but have known it then I nothing would now overwrite.