oh sapphire winds of provence!

jettisoned from dust strewn metropolis

into the azure pastiche of a mediterranean ether..

gladly do I lay my beleaguered frame

and tremulous mind

under the soporific glaze

of a southern sun..

leaving behind, albeit temporarily,

cares, concerns and ephemeral fears,

and enter into the spirit

of eternal repose under

a timeless sky

embracing beauty,

harmony and happiness

in equal measure..

I give silent thanks to

fate's messengers

for affording me this

gorgeous respite

from an inevitable foray into

the realities of a decaying

body that beckons

towards an uncharted abyss,

with bows.

there… it’s out..
an unassailable reality;
serious malady
threatens the core
of my existence…

foreign bodies
inhabiting my inner frame
eking out a conqueror’s path,
vying for supremacy.

bring it on, says I
bring it on!

for these circumstances
are never accidental
more method in Life’s vicissitudes
than meet the eye..

I know, deep within my very core
that this is yet one more fresh challenge to
prove my faith in Life’s bounty..

I rise above the fear
of annihilation, pain, dissolution
and sit, content,
yeh, gladly within the mire of bedevilment,
with strong heart and good thoughts,
secure in the belief that the strength
of awareness and love conquers all…

thou mayest have my body, dull parasites,
but ne’er my soul, spirit and joy..

with bows,

stumbling out of a sea of pain,
my cankered eyes - wide brimmed
with hellish moisture,
project an eternal history
as a cast of chalken debris susurrates
‘cross my febrile brow..

pushed, tarrying with clenched fist,
to the very edge of reason and oftwhile
seemingly beyond..

this call to arms
has within its very essence
all that is most understood and feared
within its bounds
a world most real, new and
dread full..

ne’er felt with such intensity,
ne’er known the like of which betokens
such utter despair and puzzlement..

and yet -
the moment is but a circumstance..
cloven limbs succumb to softer pastures:
bounteous peace,
release coming in waves of ecstasy..

the truth – all moments cease, weave in
and out, endlessly..

holding steadfast, now not even ‘reason’ thereto,
and yet, letting go of pain and fright,
one grows..

one grows and adopts the scope of the
encumbered traveller for whom
no rest is there,
no peace travails,
hoping gainst hope that the final act
will be most merciful and succour
to the unending movement that is fleet...

with bows,