Red-Headed
08-07-2011, 06:08 AM
A vast stone Christmas tree of a building
Viewed from across a night time traffic island
Points a yellow fingered steeple at the moon
And diffracts through the August rain.
Standing for a moment enthralled by the beauty
Of this illuminated edifice,
The automotive hypnotic hum
And sound of wet car tyres spraying the kerb
Lulls me into a strange stupor or reverie
Of thoughts of past and future times.
This resplendent space rocket of a vision
Launches me both back to my childhood
And to my future self simultaneously.
A 'Saturn Five' and festive tree of the soul
Forcing me to be aware of life's trajectories
Past and present: I am over the moon.
Abruptly I re-enter the world of the real
And have to decide exactly where I am going.
The magic being broken, I turn away from the church
Resigning myself to the inevitable splashdown.
Viewed from across a night time traffic island
Points a yellow fingered steeple at the moon
And diffracts through the August rain.
Standing for a moment enthralled by the beauty
Of this illuminated edifice,
The automotive hypnotic hum
And sound of wet car tyres spraying the kerb
Lulls me into a strange stupor or reverie
Of thoughts of past and future times.
This resplendent space rocket of a vision
Launches me both back to my childhood
And to my future self simultaneously.
A 'Saturn Five' and festive tree of the soul
Forcing me to be aware of life's trajectories
Past and present: I am over the moon.
Abruptly I re-enter the world of the real
And have to decide exactly where I am going.
The magic being broken, I turn away from the church
Resigning myself to the inevitable splashdown.