poems

I want nothing more

Than to rest my weary head

A collection of books

Lies by my bed. 

My dog snoozes nearby

And we take ourselves on a dream walk

Coming uo against 

Face to face 

With the future. 

But it's really just us here. 

I'll open the door and crack the window

To let in some light

But not right now

I'm sleeping.

A home from home,

A mysterious sound.

A wall of meaning,

And light air surrounds.

Where do we go

On this cosmic journey

The cavalry have arrived

And the champion is here.

But my dog and I,

We'll just be right here.

Mornings tidings

And yhe evening star,

That's our life now.

What else counts?

Except

Nourishment

Respectability

And accounting for 

Errors

And oversights. 

Homeward bound, 

But we're already there. 

Me and my dog, 

Living without a care.