From My Prison Cell
Another moment goes by, another monumental stride
day by day, year by year wind-borne dreams
cascade amongst perpetual memories, gifts of light
that penetrates through the windows of time, the clarity
of it all giving hope to a fading prayer.
the inept causeway
a track into the unknown
life’s a survey map
The village supreme basks in the delicacy
of a summer sunlight, the moor-side bleak, in the
shadows of winter’s hoarfrost moon, fluvial waters
jostle amidst ancient limestone, kisses floral river banks
of wooded ghyll. Even the folk remain incessant,
anchored to an inflexible pace, bridled within their
time warp of conformity.
a cosmic spirit
for grace t’was never to be
in chains an outcast
With memories to conceive, each precious moment an
endless reaching out to embrace a time gone by,
only I it seems, cannot find a place there within
the dream. ‘Looking in, alas always, looking in.’
enigma of keys
to unlock a shackled mind
with an open heart
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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