the anxiousness is in me and
will not relinquish her disquiet
nor can she accept the turmoil of
the indecision in my breast

to whom do you turn to placate
what you are forbidden to feel
my confidantes

are all lost among wild hills
far far away from where we're standing now

where is my guide
whose compass lies sunk deep beneath the waves
in places where creatures with no eyes
can only sense it's passage down
through rippling eddy currents as it descends
its magnetic needle pointless in
the steadily increasing coldness
and crushing pressure of a mile of ocean
laden with salt
directly overhead

burrow among the desolate sands
of the hot waste land
and perhaps it will be there
where the afternoons breeze cools nothing
and shifts the landscape to obliterate
the solitary entrance to my lair
in minutes it is washed away
a sugar cube in hot tea
the concentrated sweetness dissolved
and dispersed

but there is a faint taste remaining
the hint of a sublime and permeating
art
the promise of what bloomed and shone
in springtime
yesterday
a lifetime ago

very nice,I could relate to that seems like a life time ago for me.

Wash away the sand and enjoy the sweetness it leaves in its passing.



G