Time is immortal
It gives no heed to the sad, the lonely.
It will pass by, happy smiles, uncaring
It glides through death’s dark tunnel
It seeks not the living, nor the light
Time has no master, it belongs to itself
It shapes new worlds, moulds new beings
It cares not for dimensions, plays out what it will
It has no beginning and no end
We could search forever
never to find its true meaning…
I believe the spirit I was born with
was borrowed from another
He is trying to claim it back
Each day my steps become unsure
I step off kerbs into traffic without thinking
Bump into people as though they were not there
Sorry, then bump another
The day may be bright, but
inside my head it is dark
Footsteps behind me, turning
to find only my shadow there
Am I being haunted by a ghost with no spirt?
Is there any way out?
Magic is the food of life, my life
without the thought of it
I could not breathe
The world would turn to black and white
Stars would leave the night sky
The moon would fail to rise
Stories could not be told
No giants, no Gods of old
Their magic lost.
Poseidon without his trident
Zeus without his lightning bolt
Merlin without Arthur, no Camelot
With no inspiration from the Universe
How would we live?
I need the messages sent
That odd coincidence, a cosmic joke or two.
It is the spice of life that opens new doors…
The fair came to town today.
I told myself I was almost too old for this kind of thing, but all the sounds and colours, the stalls with the goldfish in bowls waiting to be won by some happy child drew me there.
Gipsy fortunetellers waiting to tell you all about the tall dark stranger you are about to meet. I paid my dollar and she told me I would soon find happiness. My troubles were behind me. No tall dark stranger for me, no love waiting in the wings.
Passing the roller skating rink I wondered if I could still stay upright, ride around the small wooden floor without falling. Securing the wheels to my trainers, I skated around in circles, the colours around me swam into one another. I found myself sitting in the most beautiful meadow. Daisies, buttercups and butterflies, no buildings, no people.
I wondered if I had fallen and bumped my head. Someone was trying to pick me up and a soft breeze blew through the meadow. The sweet scent of something now filled my senses. I had fallen and found my tall dark stranger…