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