Writing

All That Matters

Years have passed easily as they always do and I
Finding myself moping too often have
Thrown myself somehow into this
Gentle teenage life that somewhere along the line
I cast away laughing but now, serene, I have
Stolen it back and watched all other lives that I
Could have led fly away into the night to be
Forgotten in a moment. You and your golden girl
You are someone else and I am
Someone new and shining without the dusty gaze of my own confusion
Settled upon me. To look with those eyes is to see
Things in semi-tone metallic colours, spotted and angry like
Punk-rock music pushing away from speakers in darkened bedrooms.
We have
Moved away
Now.

And to smile and talk, not easily but at least to show that I am
Human and here to help the world
This determined heart that burns through me now has opened up new
Worlds in my mind and set me drifting into wonderful places with
Wonderful sparkling landscapes and blossom floating through the
Air.

I have moved on, again, into this space of simplicity
Frustration scattered and gone, to return maybe some afternoon or other but not
Now and now is, right now, all that matters.

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