Somewhere Near the Far Side of Insight
I don’t just look and see,
but I watch
and I savour and I learn
and then I try
to hoard what I find like
you would
small golden treasures ..
Each strung out
like pretty bunting across
the skyline of
an unfamiliar and all too
brief lifetime ..
As tiny and crisscrossed
as the faintest
of cracks in small glazed
earthenware pots ..
Still here, in my very own
shell I pretend
to bathe in old sunlight ..
While casually
wondering just how many
more wasted
horizons, sunsets, faces
and views,
shall eventually become
little more than
vague opaque scenes each
etched upon
the tired old retinas of this
nameless and near
forgotten mans fading dreams ..