THE GORDIAN WHATNOT

Moon-light
Was just another substitution.
Star-eyes
Winked like they were on my side.
Cold wind
Sent a shiver down my intuition.
Sometimes something new has to be tried.

And so I sang to the night.
Echoing harmonies
Sang the singing back to me.

This time
Won’t exercise my hesitation.
Full on
Just to find out where it goes.
This life
Never seems to lack for inspiration
Everything
Waits to sow you what it knows.

And in the swiftness of the years
Some things are found
And some things disappear.

Shadowdance
So soft you only just perceive it.
Night sky
Less subtle, but still fine.
My head-set’s
Turned on ready to receive it.
Tuned in
To the space between the lines.

I’ve been here before; I’ll be here again.
It’s where I find myself
Between the now and then.

1998