Tuesday, 11 July 2017

shapes in condensation

sweet november 
glittering gold
a rain drenched 
concrete corridor
footsteps and puddles
condensation
it's a jungle
outside 
the bus conservatory
draw a map
find your way
circle another sun
wide open in outer space
the universe 
          reiterates
strands of
 that age old message, less is, 
more,
do not store
any ill, 
cease to berate
                     fate
                                             (misread)   
a path like this
a path like this
a path like this
rain is falling
the end is shrouded in mist
the river is fading
an old dream reawakened
to walk until the path is gone
to cross borders
every border
every border that exists
the rain is falling
the rain is falling 
            pitter patter 
pitter patter 
the rain is falling

draw a map
in the condensation
find you're way
c4,     8d