10 february, 07:28
suspended...
judgement, time, motion
....over the tombs of kings and desert sands.
perhaps...
a gable end in a northern village
little changed in a few hundred years
10 february, 21:38
little changed apart from the surroundings.
still
an ancient eye watched
suspended
as pyramids rose and dynasties fell
and science became the worshiped one.
how pretty the lights of transport & steel,
of commerce & chemicals & industrial greed.
a peregrine falcon nested in one of those towers last year
and raised her offspring unperturbed.
13 february, 07:07
and the ancient eye squints
the better to see what passes below.
or maybe...
to shift dimensions
and gaze at other worlds
or pasts and futures
yet to be dreamed
13 february, 07:08
dreamscapes...
hazy glimpses
half remembered thoughts
... or lives?
13 february, 07:09
shadowy visions
multiple layers
images transposed
15 february, 07:19
light dances
in these dreamscape worlds
weaving patterns
from lives and lofty ideals
twisting threads of souls, of hopes and fears
15 february, 07:25
and the eye watches
through lids half closed
waiting for changes
that time will unfold
cultures, civilisations
ways of being
waxing and waning
that's how it's always been
