Chewing my keyboard

Sunday, May 30, 2004

More poetry...

Kingsdown, Bristol

City of colour that hangs in my dreams
Pastel-hued homes warm under sunbeams
Cobbled walls to which ivy clings tight
View of misty hills as dusk turns to night

Moving on

I float through sensation like a shade
Perhaps in truth I seek to hide
It takes an anchor long forget
To realise that inside I've died

I sought in vain to eject the past
My flaws were all inferno tossed
Amongst them were my greatest gifts
And now I realise what I've lost