Drinking the spirit of creation A lustre for life in imagination A worlds that go unseen So that it can collide In a brilliant array of blues and greens In the public People yelling “where have you been?” Silenced by wonder Feeling more of you in that moment Than most feel over life times drained With lost souls. Rained on under blue skys Smiling under false eyes With lost souls. But you’re a guide on the river, A bright light giver A cool drink and a warm smile A moment for them to decide If what they’ve chosen is “right” To no one else but them. And without a push or a hurry They walk back onto shore And you’re left to explore again, Drinking the spirit of creation Pushing back Slowly Into the cave of your mind.
Cameron Tayor 