Walk.
I must walk with caving knees towards the precipice.
I cannot find my heart
It’s illusive trail
Has left me no scent.

Stand.
I must stand with squared shoulders facing this outlook.
I cannot find my strength
It whimpers in the
Cold, cowering darkness.

Look.
I must look, casting my reluctant eyes towards the rigid rocks.
I cannot find my dream
It is has severed its betrayed self
From my negligent being.

The numbness of sick fear chills my essence
It has polluted my soul’s blood
It knaws my marrow.

I fasten my failing gaze upon the
The hazy horizon
The crystallised moment stands unmoving.

Laughing or crying.
Falling or flying.

In this instant.
I hear the beat.
The solitary seagull sweeps past me
I feel it’s gentle wing beat
A steady unwavering life beat
It’s steady rhythmic
Unfaltering beat
It does not stop
It does not waver
It simply beats
Its unswerving path
Unknowingly casting the catalytic flint spark
Through the dull fog.

In this instant.
Across the distance of time and space
The sure even beat of music stirs
It is so soft,
Surely I dream.
It is so pure
Surely I dream.

But, no.
There is no mistaking
It is ploughing through the murky depths
Beating it’s way to me

And I am flooded.

In this instant.
My prodigal heart walks towards me, sure-footed from the dense grove .
My strength emerges hollering from its dark cave.
My dream and I are reunited.