Timelines

 

Whilst drifting between dreams

I caught a passing timeline,

momentary relief from the heavy bags

I've collected

and stored below my eyes.

I took myself to a former life,

southbound on the mainline.

A collection of songs

playing on my Walkman,

before the battery drained,

warping the sound.

Every jolt knocking

my life out of line.

 

By the arches

I saw paradise,

a vision divine

under distressed skyline.

Sleepy Victoria in the summertime moonshine.

But through shattered glasses

I saw cracks

on this skin of mine.

 

I walked those streets at night,

sleepy hollows in the moonlight,

But the city grime clouded my eyes.

Catherine wheels took my hand

and showed me light, dizzyingly

swirling my mind to make me

feel I was flying high.

Then we landed

somewhere only I knew,

where the cold tears of day go

and the sand coats my fingers

as I brush them through times smooth flow

like hands through

the hair of love that I once knew.

 

And I'll never forget those memories,

halcyon dreams at half past three

coat the street in golden sparkles

that seem so pretty, like you dancing

over my heart and through this city,

kissing lips until

the shimmering moonlight

says her fading goodnight.

 

Caught a passing dream,

Oh, sweet Amy plays her guitar for me.

Strums my heart strings,

stirring my emotional seas.

A wish away from perfect.

A crashing sea, her and me.

Two waves clashing

as the wind hums harmoniously

along to our melody.

And only I could see

that happiness was possible

If we just let life be.

 

Lucid dreams of yesterday.

I still remember the kiss

as if it still sits on my lips today,

But only in a memory

can our two be a song sung as one

in a melody that can live on and on,

for parting seas split our pathways.

 

I took the tracks going nowhere

on a misery train to hell and back.

With despair as my companion

I walked along those crooked paths,

somewhere below a fallen star.

I played morbid discographies

along those darkened highways

I left my heart buried in a lay-by

beneath white petals lit by red neon signs

and signposted with a worn old guitar.

Then I danced with my regret.

I kissed goodbye to self-neglect.

I waved farewell to yesterday

and welcomed whenever

to come my way.

Knowing that my future

was whatever I wanted it to be.