I swear he thinks he’s helping, and in a way I think he is!
Worth Waiting for
I fell asleep in my own bed, woke in another
Spent the night with a beautiful woman
Too soon, I found myself back in my own bed
Hugging air, wishing there were a way
to make the dream world a reality in my own time.
Realising this would take more
than the magic wand of Merlin to accomplish
My footsteps became heavy, my day dull.
The voice in the back of my head
A tormenting whisper, telling me
There is a way to stay beside her
That is when I remembered the date
of the newspaper on the side table,
two years from now, I will meet my future wife.
All I need now, is a way to speed time forward…
Merlin is an old boy now, but his favourite place is sitting on my desk, on whatever happens to be there!
Mist filled Mornings
First thing in the morning
When the mist covers the South Downs
I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?
Hidden by mists of his own making
Looking for something
He strikes the ground with lightning
This breaks the hold on his mind
Yet the gate shuts as fast
Half remembered thoughts lost
He stands, supported by the rock
As the sea rages towards his fragile mind
His magic could not sustain
The beauty of his dream
Kingdoms made; round table broken
His love vanished with magic stolen
The golden bow with arrows spent
Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten
His mind will not recall the legend
that he made…