Tuesday, 30 November 2010

A Red Mist Through Your Mind

Raptured in spite of this
Moment starts to fade
Your eyes are nowhere
But your memory remains

Claret drips down my chin
As we sit and dream
My favourite beauty
Falling apart at the seams

Personal acts of violence
Boxing gloves in air
Mindless indulgence
Of the ever untamed bear

It’s not about harmony
Or shelter from the cold
Lost words on sea breeze
The fear of growing old

It’s the spark that ignites us
A red mist through your mind
Venture yet further
Let’s see what we’ll find

Fall headlong for
More bruises and blood
Or stroll forth into
A land full of love