I wish I could float

I wish I could float
Taller than the sky below
To see the curvature;
Wave at the windows
Inside the little dome.

Arms apart, Hands free
Feet shaking uncontrollably
As the world zooms in;
A mirror of the pain below
Moving further away.

Swimming through Air
In the midst of treading
Cycling with childish grace;
Tears running down my face
To keep up and follow.

I see what I need to
When I’m nearer the stars
And nothing is up here;
Wilderness can be bliss
Looking down at colour.

Somewhere up here anyway
I aim to see the past
That the ground seems to miss;
Violent struggles of time
Spat out into the air to catch.

I wish I could float
To see the line of thoughts
Sadly erased from memory;
Hidden, controlled and lasting
Waving back at me.

I float, I see; we all see.
When I reach what I’m looking for
Crash.

As We Set

Blue veil of promising warmth
Holding everything inside,
Beaming through the radiance
Searing lifeforce far and wide.

Red patterns of stained heat,
A mark of seasons length.
Sweeping down to strike you
For tagging on to strength.

The white air of day
Draws you in with light,
Seagulls know the true
Path – Try as they might.

Grey matter floating –
Blending into chalk
To create madness
Within careless talk.

Deep rouge without foundation
Blanketing the walls in silence.
Mixing everything in place
Within the compound balance.

And then we go to sleep,
To dream of merrier times –
Between the conscious.

I am awake

Alive and alone in my dimension
Staying up to exaggerate the time;
Clicking fingers to feel the frustration
The pressure is understandably mine.

I close my eyes with water caving in
My mind wishes to flicker lids about;
Body Quivering, goosebumps on the skin
Car head-lights place my body clock in doubt.

Twisting and turning to end the shaking
Rotating to Back, again to the front;
Racing thoughts that my Deep skull is making
Tears are racing down my face; waterfront.

The fear is being kept alive with sheets
Soft and fluffy, a Coffin of deep calm;
Wrapping into the darkness, it repeats
Then I lay there motionless – ticking bomb.

The spirit is contained within the clock
It rules night with an overbearing glare;
Any effort, you are met with a shock
Being forced to constantly check and stare.

So here I am as darkness turns to light
I lose again, each time worse than the last;
Lifting and rising; so try as I might
I worry about tonight; So downcast.