Night Train To Berlin Extract
I write upon the page
Words plucked from the air
The clarity of the moment passes
My words falter, fade and disappear
Return a moment later
Vibrant with life
Razor sharp and crystal clear,
The words of an old man
Half awake half asleep
The meandering, ambling words of an old man
Drifting in and out of consciousness
Tripping over himself and falling onto the page,
I sleep in the silence of a dream
More restless than the night
More vivid than the day
And waken to a flood of memories
A torrent of voices shouting and screaming
Inside my head
The haunted ghosts of yesterday return
Like vengeful demons resurrected from the dead,
And memory is more transparent
In the light of here and now
All that is and is not
The present and hereafter
Are conceived in the moment
Flashes of inspiration
The lights of a city in lockdown
And the absentee soldier asleep on the park bench,
Elusive ideas are born, run wild and escape into night
The body grows old and tired
While the mind exalted above the boundaries
Of time and space
Elevated to a new dimension
A heightened sense of awareness
Whereby one is conscious of consciousness
But free from attachment
Free from doubt, fear, hopelessness and despair
One who greets death with a broad smile
As though meeting an old friend
After a long absence,
And the joy of life abounds everywhere
Beautiful in the spring
Like a flower in first bloom
Bright and vibrant with colour
Sweet scented on the fragrant air
Standing proud, noble and dignified
In the green garden of youth...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2020
17/7/20
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