The Photograph


Found he the picture that he'd lost –
Upon the floor it had been tossed;
The empty room although 'twas night –
Had at that time just filled with light;

The figure in the photograph –
Did wear a smile – suppressed a laugh;
Stroked he the face with tender care –
Looked up and saw her standing there;

He could not speak – bereft of word –
This situation seemed absurd;
He'd watched so many years ago
As she had died – her spirits low;

The room was filled with chilling mist –
A fitting set for such a tryst;
A ghost – a man – the two in tune –
Lit now by the electric moon;

She came to him – passed through his form –
He closed his eyes – his body warm;
The tears of joy fell from his eyes –
His mask of pain a worn disguise;

Felt he re-born – his love held true –
He turned to look where she'd passed through;
But she had gone – as had the mist –
He touched his lips which felt as kissed;

Looked he again at photograph –
The figure there once more did laugh;
But now the figure had been joined –
A man – himself – the two conjoined.




Restless Waters


On restless waters floats your inner mind –
In search of safe a harbour for your thoughts –
No pilot mans the helm and drift you must –
So pray you do and place your trust in God;
The waters are a metaphor for change –
Which tasks your world and places you in flux;
Transition from the old unto the new –
Creates such imperfection you rebel;
So whilst you circumnavigate your brain –
And tempt it with sweet hopes of destiny –
Your inner psyche struggles with the change –
And all you really seek is status quo;
On restless waters floats your inner mind –
Your past and future both now intertwined.



Conviction


She felt the shame and guilt within – a sin –
Conviction – lies upon the tongue – distaste –
Humility must she find now with haste –
For meet her peers must she and thence explain;
She had a problem with the demon drink –
Which held her life in limbo not to move;
Had drunk and driven home that night then caught –
But now had she committed to reform –
It starts with owning up to past mistakes –
Reforming how she thinks and thence behaves –
Committing to her goal of abstinence –
Re-building self-esteem and moving on;
Conviction hit her hard but forced a change –
A chance for self-improvement in her life.



Waiting For The Blast


And so dear friends we sit and wait the blast –
Erasure from the present and the past;
How did we let it get this way so soon –
Despite the acts of urgent importune;
The politicians rest in safety now –
As duty to the people disavow –
They left to their devices come the end –
And just for once each sees the other – friend –
But what the legacy of human race –
For future archaeologists to trace?
All blown to hell by their own hand it seems –
Grown paranoid with hate and troubled dreams;
As sit we all we ponder our own past –
The thoughts that we know not – our very last.


The Dream


Transcend the human form in dream re-born –
As consciousness and mind expand – explore –
Divinity within a mortal thought –
But even that is too complex to view;
No matter as the id becomes a wind –
Into the cosmos blown by thought and will –
Eclipsing nebulae and stellar points –
Becoming vast – engulfing many worlds;
The symbiosis of this universe –
Creates an inner peace in ordered mode –
The consciousness is calm personified –
Reflected in the posture of the form;
Which even now begins to wake from sleep –
This wondrous state in which the mind does steep.




©2014 Alistair Muir