living (in some other world)

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

//

caught a glimpse of the glowing media

showing a falling world

with failing souls with fouling ideas;

the quietness of disbelief fills the room

as the sunlight crawls across the carpet.

we are living in some other world

where once man rocked in the free world,

now collects the broken peace of unity;

pick yourself up and draw the curtains,

peak at the world below

and find the promise of a needing discovery awaiting

//

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

c.2016 bgw

all in a dream

night broke

in the rising dream i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

in the piled inferno

i remembered your name, i let you go.

the beauty that i always found

i woke up in the morning coming around.

visions of paradise arose.

in the morning kiss i exposed;

my eyes opened to her smile

in her garden i composed;

night broke

in the rising dream i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

winter kills as spring births

i have never opened the door

to tomorrow’s yesterday.

open the door

and she stands in satin silk;

night broke

in the rising dreaming i choked.

tossing and turning

finding the past burning.

c. 2016 bgw