Things Poetic

 Mind and body Once, they were aligned what the mind thought,  the body did, exceeded what the mind thought and, in a couple of days do it again 2.5 km up and down, following a black line up on the left back on the right monotonous warm up, swim,  warm down collapse shower drive sleep

 Cat Eyes dart, flitting around, look for anything, something out of place, whilst smoothing silky, glistening feathers,  twitch as they return, brilliant in the sun tail flitters, voice calls 'Caw'  bright eyes, trying to see everything a ripple of movement catches in the breeze,  lifting as one, all of them rise and head away spooked by the movement below hungry eyes, sharp teeth, whiskers flaring, feet silently pad through the grass missed this time

 Mirror Reflection facing me warts and all seeing some more than others knowing its slanted, coloured by life twisted almost the hurt and pain, smothered in time and distance of thought and reason hand waves no response in return smile nothing in reply love desert in return deserted, displaced a stave, misplaced, discordant words unmatched to eyes cold covers warmth  arctic winds whip around pulling at hope casting it to the void

 today I was here today and yesterday and will be tomorrow but when you want me  I won't be I will have gone because my energy left yesterday my soul was destroyed the day before my mind tomorrow

 What is something worth Time energy money though feeling emotion ...thats it and if not that worth is less than nothing

 Sunshine Birds sing me out of my sleep, their calls soft at first, swirling into the swirl of craziness thats my dream dream....a swirl of colour, of movement, of faces, of places touching down where I recognise a face, a person, a place watching something happen in my minds eye interrupted by the soft call of the sparrows, chattering to each other, softly and then, louder as the swirl of colour goes  and my eyes open "what the ....." oh, its sunny,  and noisy and early Bloody summer the reflected light catches my eyes, and the walls, reflecting off the glass the artwork the soft curves of the bombshell delectable up we get in every way