Sunday 30 May 2021

‘If only’

 ‘if only’


and the words come from the mind 

which is biased

the dark side has words in another language

whispered in another universe

the lament is still ‘if only’

i could speak the language of the supernova

if only the days were longer

and the thoughts shorter

the warp of space time less eloquent 

in ears that are vacated in the airlock

of not listening in a crowd of talking

in another language called mumbling 

the eyes less distant fixed

the pace less forwardly propelling

how flat yet speedy the river flows

the bridges fly

the punts levitate in the evening air

time clanged by clocks more aged than time

itself walking the quadrangles of lights

in conversation under a moon so resolute 

to call time on the day’s run

the doors be bolted and barred 

and all the time it seeps under the beams 

the mystery

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