REFLECTIONS

The more I reflect the more I see my reflection

In silent brooding stung by the  lack of inspiration

As the storm departs over the tail of desperation

On its way to the kingdom of clouded thought

Retrospection does not return time

To happier spaces, fair weather cooler climes

No melodic strains harp the lonely corners

Just sterile dashes connecting the vacant dots

A wall of froth and bubbles lie in the surfers dream

Wave upon wave over a fisherman’s scream

for in the battered boat with its oars upstream

the net lies torn with nothing caught

Gravitation reveals the gravity of isolation

In the silent free fall from lofty elevation

Not perceived by collective perception 

No, It can’t be learned, Experience can't be taught

Affection affects the glimmering solitaire

Twisted in a glass of dissolved despair

The sails of tomorrow billow with prayer

Whence wandering albatross be intrepid Argonaut