More from the Nations

‘By firelight on sacred ground
they dance in dreams of greater sound’

words from some poetry
written by me,

a long time is some time
some one and no one can
question the why.

But it all passes me by
in the blink of an eye.

From the offices of bling
minicabs ring
up fares,

I travel where the light dips
where the evening slips
into its gown
heading out of town,

listening to Ska in the car
on cruise control
there is madness licking
at my soul.

by firelight and
sacred ground
I dream in
dreams of a
greater sound.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.