The Trail I Follow.

A sacrificial revelation

is this long winter-life,

of dreams and drones.

visions are tongue-length 
and fit like a key

into the flower from which 
I am born to feed

memories and visions
are more real than the tensile present

life is anchored between 
hope and need

a scented memory
is all that guides my way.

                                                                       ©niall oconnor 2014