Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Wish.


I thirst for the void
that will allow the planet's ley lines
untangle my mind

allow my breathing to synchronise
with the heave and haw of the universe,

have pulse quicken

with the onset of spring,
grow leaden and deep
with the cold of winter,

give up these silken ties 
of jasmine scented dreams,
and Dali-esque distortions,

obliterate the illusion

that what i see now
is the only reality.


© niall oconnor 2015


4 comments:

  1. Lovely Niall. Universal longing

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  2. Brilliant!

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  3. Love this. Beautifully wrought.

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  4. I just love that final stanza!

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