Clarity
Wandering amongst the stars, I saw a small dis-illusion whirling slowly and in shadow night.
Sweet light sobriety encompassed me with fervour and it spoke and said, really, you should take care of that.
I took it gently by the astral moments and I sighed it into soft acceptance of my touch and it was glad that I was there.
It melted to me and I stroked it loving nesting here to me - do come, my little one, I have the time and space for you.
You need not fear the wells of nevermore for they in truth are nothing more than ever-widening loving touches in a place where nothing seems to be as bright as single suns and blue flared stars, there to the right we see another momentary wonder - starfall streaking bright and hold on tight!
We slide the ever down yet there's no end and it is not until we have descended for a thousand years that we begin to understand how marvellous it was to finally be freed from all that's horizontal and that made the limit of the right and wrong, of tale and song and ordered to the endless, what seemed to be so fearful and yet starblessed if we'd only known what up and down would be, the lesson grave and gravity mistakenly imbued and dragged along instead of sweet remembrance and the now of clarity -
Angels at my back, in my hair.
SFX June 2001
This poem made it into HypnoDreams Vol 3 "Freedom"
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