Unattached

Unattached

Unseen

Lost in the cold slap

Of closing

As primary colours fade,

When dreaming stops.

There is sadness

In the giving over

To the harsh tale

The rail against pale

Reflections

Slowly eased

By impermanence.

The acceptance

Of separation

The inevitability of disease

The breakdown

Into constituents

Less than the sum

When there is little

In the way of replacement,

All becomes less.

In every grey passage

The tightly drawn press

Of suffocation

Constricting growth.

Fly away

Take to the sky

There is freedom

To be found

On the wing

Riding the wind

Finding my way

To Avalon

To be with you

In the gloaming

Shimmering in twilight

Waiting for spring