JF Day 26 pm

ashes overflowing from a scratched crystal plate, dusty surfaces that moan, steel framed images of chaos on the wall......

his face behind the paper, sipping coffee, i write, sipping peppermint tea......

clouds float by, just a glimpse of sunshine, this lazy saturday afternoon brushes my face gently......

i scribble, he works on his crossword, we share pens and glances across the table, his presence tangible one moment, transitory the next.......

i could sit here forever, softly reaching out for a tender touch, a look, watching steps pass by on this ground of patterns clashing......

an eyebrow lifted, a confident smile, the bartender pours golden liquid over mounds of ice.....

a scene, a stage, the whole universe contained, in this old pub at hampstead place......

perhaps this rambling makes no sense, i am a stranger to these words flowing, and yet, the pen must have its say, before it runs out of ink and play......

mountains and valleys are born in a moment only to vanish an instant later, i remain still amidst noise and color, dissolving in the empty gap between breaths.....

peace reigns and travels from his hand to mine, mine to his, slowly seeping into my soul.....

i am at rest, at the bottom of the ocean, even as a multitude of waves arise on the shore......

i fill page after page, blue print on white void, meaning makes music of its own......

drip after champagne drip the carpet wets, colors mingle into a mosaic of ancient melodies, i want to capture with paint or pencil, this dance of endless eternity........

reds and browns, all colors around, talk to me, reveal the depths you hold, open your cracks ooze out your souls, what is real and what is not, this is beyond just flesh and bones.........