Cosmic Waves

What are these phantom waves of thought that bind me in embrace as many minds across the globe combine in cosmic space. Whenever torn from their embrace words wither and vacate and once again I join life’s race and concepts dissipate. No muse to keep my mind alert nor comfort my surcease No outward flow of cryptic sense my fervour to release. But ever drawn back to this source suffused within it’s worth life’s race abates as passions soar and visions see new birth. The phantom waves of cosmic thought born on the back of muse collate to help articulate the words that I then choose. My ramblings then bought of this whole and spilled in rhyme and verse are scattered out on winds of time their meanings to disperse. Ivor G Davies