ITS YOURS AND ITS MINE

There are times when a song triggers something quite unexplainable. Thoughts fly in the most haphazard manner, colliding in mind-space and starting fires at unexpected intersections. The resultant incoherent mush may be understood by only a few or none at all.

Hasty squiggles,
Left in a
home made scrap book
Profound pronouncements and
Impulsive scrawls on
mildewed walls,
Is it Yours?

Harsh punctuation marks
Italicised witty graffiti
hiding in cherished pages
Which took a stand
against empty spaces
in a faraway time 
It is Mine?

Displaced thoughts about
lines written to defy
move in random circles like fireflies 
trapped within glass boundaries
Drinking the air
It is Yours

A myriad moments flying
on fibered wings
rising to join the hundred twinkles
of stars beyond walls
Living the sunrise
Is it mine?

And while the stars and the sunrise
spin solitary in honest acceptance
that bioluminescence is evanescent

What happens to the scrap book ?
What about graffiti ?
Is it still searching for forgiveness
in an afterlife of penance ?

What happens to displaced thoughts ?
What about gossamer wings ?
Do they ever cease flapping
in the afterglow of vengeance ?

After all that has been said and done
its yours and its mine
The impulsive scrawls on mildewed walls
The placid pools, The waterfalls
The legacy, The journeys,
along a perforated date line

Its yours and Its mine


- Have I told you lately that I love you - Rod Stewart