#createninety

I can appreciate the moment A year after it happens.

When it’s grainy and faded And the edges of reality wear off

So that all I’m left with Is an impression of what was.

The snow falls And I don’t remember its bitterness

I don’t remember how it stung my face, And how I wished it would wait

Until I could enjoy it from Inside the comfort of home

Rather than experience it On the train platform without gloves.

But in summer, That snow was beautiful.

That snow was welcome And it was magical,

The way it twirled and danced Above the skyline

The way it came to rest On my tongue as I invited it down

To dance with me At the park under the trees.

What is more real? Reality or the impression

When it is reality that informs The impression

A burning sky sets the Shard alight As I cross the Carpenter’s Lock And alone I walk the River Lea Water like silk for her silent flocks.

Through sunken Hackney Wick I go, Past cranes and planes of steel And ancient walls hide artists’ halls While my fingers reach for their heels. This day is all but done And the night will soon be mine, For in my dreams I throw my ropes Around a purple moon in the sky.

A door With my name and yours It’s locked with no key But a bright light shines From the gap above The floor.

I kneel So that I might see Underneath, I suppose I know Why it won’t open Either side, For me.

Behind it A world unknown A life to be lived, But lives to be lost Should I prise it Open

I dream And the dreams taste like love The dreams seduce my mind But they aren’t What they seem. 

Somewhere, Sometime, we opened that door And I didn’t have to look up, Wondering, from my place On the Floor

Can’t stop On my journey down the hall I’ll look out these windows And contemplate These closed Doors

Sealed, It will stay, For it’s better this way The hallway of my house I’d burn, should it be Revealed