Monday, 26 December 2016

Careless Whispers

( For George, for anyone
an evening doodle. )

We pause, slip and flounder

worry about paradoxical situations

some  of us even  consider turning back

but it's far too late now

eternity's drunken power

keeps on  returning

to sanctify thirsty lips

liberate the throat

circle the pulse of reason

allow careless whispers to ripple

fill the earth with love 

until outstretched fingers

reach their limit

stumble into another  light

stretch out among the stars 

on dance floors of time

where the music never dies.

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