I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,