Breathing Time

Freedom took my breath away
And I thought I could fly
But I sit here in stillness
Waiting for the clock to tick
For time to change the world

Unseeing eyes brush past
Speaking as if they know
But no-one truly touches
Another’s empty space

The moon takes hold of the sun
Watching in the cool darkness
As the heavens slide earthwards
And fold into the jagged horizon
Each myth tells its story
In cycles of forgotten history
Shifting infinite shapes that show
Connecting years of light
That reach my eyes too late

Glance sideways at the clock face
The second-hand freezes with my heart
Time stops for one breath-held moment
Until the stars tilt and fall again
The inevitable journey begins
Speeding up and expanding space
As I watch everything drift away
Beyond the unseen boundaries of life
From where I stand
I walk away and wonder
Where my history will go
Which star will tell my story

I start to run towards the sunset
Gaining momentum from each stride
Reaching out to grasp the fire
Igniting within white light
Engulfed by cool flames
Here then gone
I breathe the freedom
And fly in the stillness


Shadow of Glass

Our hills were green last week
Today they reflect cloudy skies
Shocks of glass cover the grass
A scar cutting into horizons lost
Gone under an industrial blanket
Treading harshly upon rolling
Centuries of earth formed land
Eaten away by metal frames
Panels of money making grey
Twenty-five years stretch ahead
Where beauty once held our breath
Undulating through lush meadows
Wild with flowers full of bees
Light eclipsed by grim shadows
Cast over a strident distance
Of darkened dying lifeless leas.

Hills before the glass.

Click on image to enlarge. The hill by the chimney pot has been completely covered with grey solar panels. The night sky is floodlit with glaring light pollution. The world has gone mad.