Black Ice Poetry 15

The dansant in the dark side of the mind;the haunting cry of the seagull bubbles through the air, bursting in the life of the sea, the crashing wave breaks in a pounding lament for old Jajo in the spirit of the deep;the rolling leaves sprinkled in a coat of sawdust, dampened in a blanket of rain, dripping in the power of hope and love, flying high with the bird of birds;the bygone days of you’ll never go back, money for old rope, the wallpaper peals off the wall, dry and flaking in the footsteps of time.