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      Life’s an absurd circus

      When searching for a purpose

      Or some deity high above

      When what we need is only love.

      Feelings so sorrowful linger and last

      For those forever far across the sea

      Feelings of regret for decisions past

      For love surrendered so permanently.

      Some people are so very loud

      They take up all the sound

      Everyone else made quieter

      Their silent voices choked and drowned.

      Like lovers from a bygone time

      The water and willow still entwine

      The old tree stretched to reach his love

      Thence embraced by her anointing glove.

      Along man’s time-worn castle wall

      Sway dandelions in their ebb and flow

      But which of these will be first to fall?

      Not nature’s craft – that much I know.

      At the water’s edge you’ll always find me

      On a secluded riverbank or by the open sea

      Lost in thought yet found peace of mind

      No past, no future, and all worries left behind.

      I wonder if I am invisible?

      It sometimes seems it’s that way

      My letters don’t get a reply

      My voice gets lost in life’s lay-by

      Does no-one hear what I say?

      I wonder if I am invisible?

      It sometimes seems it’s that way

      My politeness is ignored

      My manners make you visibly bored

      Does no-one see me today?

      Sleep!

      I’m so very tired of you

      Because you never stay for long

      And if only I knew

      The I trials I must do

      To right this wearisome wrong.

      The moment of waking where

      Dreams are ousted by reality

      And senses abruptly register

      That somebody is observing me.

      The witching hour opaque and still

      Paralysed by my own fright

      Eyes straining in the dark reveal

      A figure cloaked in pale moonlight.

      Her face so sad, a young girl’s stare

      Pierces my heart and far beyond

      A ghost of whom she’s unaware

      To her am I, and then she’s gone.

      She has two hands

      But cannot hold

      She likes to tell

      But can’t be told.

      She measures something

      We often lack

      She goes only forwards

      And She never looks back.

      The ebb and flow of each gentle wave

      As they stroke and caress the smooth sand

      The rhythm and pulse of sweet hiss and soft crackle

      When silvery water kisses golden land.

      Should life for me some purpose hold

      Pray enlighten what it could be

      I wish I wasn’t becoming so old

      Yet my purpose remaining a mystery.

      «And how was your day?»

      The small dog was asked

      «Busy, I would say.»

      As he recounted his past.

      «A few hours at home with no company save

      An old radio and my best intent to behave,

      Well I should probably start

      By explaining the mess

      And though it wasn’t my fault

      I should probably confess,

      How the bin emptied itself I just wouldn’t know,

      So I left you a present to soften the blow.»

      The trees gently shook their delicate leaves

      To announce the sudden arrival of the Wind

      And along the avenue She softly breezed

      Until She found and enveloped him.

      «Why come now?» He asked Her afraid

      «I can do this myself. I don’t need you.»

      «My

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