Thoughts burst into life

Thoughts burst into life

Like a shooting star.

They soar through the

Darkest skies

With a brilliance

That trails a suicidal arc,

But briefly.

Illuminating a backdrop

That barely glitters

With a twinkling

Of second hand reflections.

Every flash adds

An occasional splash

Of brightness

To cautious velveteen

Cotton head schemes.

It is no use

Trying to follow

Their flaming progress,

As they will become no more

Than a rainbows end.

A falling star’s

Treasure dissipates

Before its finer trace

Has even disappeared.

Splinters can be found

In the digging.

The smattering of

Sparks that light up a day

But still, they get away

Their becoming,

So difficult to hold on to.

No more than a bubble,

Bursting off the soap

In a shower,

As it slip slides away,

The more you reach

And stretch,

The greater fool you feel,

As you juggle

And struggle

To keep your feet,

In the steam and heat,

But eventually

You still end up

Flopping down

In a soapy heap.

A sad old clown.

But nobody ever sees

You fall in the shower,

Hesitate,

Over the date,

Lose the name of a friend,

Or a favourite flower.

Because they do too,

So take heart,

The next thought you have

Is but a new start.

A time to begin,

Not an end,