My life needs a lift.
Not the sort that rises
through the floors
before rushing back down,
opening its doors, forcing me out,
leaving me as low as before.
I need a lift that goes up,
then takes right angles.
Letting me sit beside angels
as they show me the beauty
in a flowing tree, show me the symmetry
of magic and mystery, show me the future,
the past wrapped in bows of history
and the gift-boxed present
that ties together my story.
I need an escalator
to transport my moods,
as they grind and churn,
like the gears working
this brain of mine.
So, I can keep going
through my days. Even the ones
where the sun’s rays
don't make my smile shine,
and the moon beams
don't enlighten my dreams,
just leave me sleep blind.
I need to ride
a different train of thought.
One that never travels down
to the earth's burning core.
Never takes the fire pit mine-cart trip
through the dark.
See it take me instead
to seas of destiny, a seabed island fantasy.
Where forever is tethered, a shipwreck
with treasures buried.
A destination I long to see.
Where the waves part for us
and we can walk into mountains
of liquid words. Your voice, poetry
speaking to mine.
Thanks for reading
Please take a few moments
to check out my new book "Poetic Outlaw"
available from Amazon
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CVQ5F9K8/
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