MERCURIAL WASTELANDS

Dusk drips down the walls of
My mind and drapes itself around me
Dreams overcome me
Night embraces me as
A creature of its own making
Time lingers for me as I float on clouds
And tip toe across oceans
Waves lap the shores of my subconscious
Waves of silver and gold glistening
In the half light of a moon filled sky.

I am on a beach, barefoot on the sand.
I spot a seashell, luminous and perfect
And solitary in the night.
I am naked and stark white against the
Pitch black back drop.
I am glistening wet and a gentle sea
Breeze ruffles my hair.
I pick the seashell up and raise it
To my ear, and I hear the dull
Splash and groan of a thousand
Ebbing tides.
I am humbled.

The moon is a cold eye in the
Sky’s sullen face.
I focus on it and I am faced with my own reflection.
Naked and wet and unashamed.
I am shocked by my own brazenness
And then I wake.
And I crawl into warm welcoming arms.
Arms that wrap themselves around me,
Willingly and eagerly, and I am happy,
And for the first time in my life I
Realise, I am truly content.