Centres: on sentiment this morning

Pistons were accelerating, as the earth was passing beneath, and the steam train, fast, seemed to lift my spirit, and

As it passed, struck me in the head, smoke confused, like a nuke, blasted me deathless as a ghost mute

Just lost, and not knowing what was lost, not knowing death, and struck dumb, nothing left, in a crater, here I sit

A loungeroom with just TV noise, nothing moving, and melancholy heart, and yet – a secret light, a spirit, stirs,

Irrepressible, there’s hope returning, waiting on what’s next, sorrow lifts, its moonlight waxing,

Set moon, dawn set, set in Love’s  eye, beholding every morn, returning dark-light love to life, reaffirming

In thought of you, the TV booms, and I say nothing to mum, cause what happened, I don’t know what’s coming

But despite that, I know hope, my love best, and that its always you rise in my spirit deathless, with moonlight unrepressed

Says my spirit, over the clashing din, from my cloud, this morning, i believe, please dont let me come crashing down again:

I’ll follow the path

Of your love

A heart held aloft

Wings unfold

To you

And your truth

Holding fast

I’ll take you

Lift both us up

Cause I need you

To reach

The immortal cloud

This I vow

For both us

Somehow

I’ll be your friend