North, straight ahead toward the gleaming
lights. A new horizon, lush green
fields and a glorious sun creeping
into the emerald blue skies.Homeward
bound into the arms of the universe.
Or east into the realms of endless words
and pages that smell of jasmine, sunshine
and a little piece of hope. Flowing skirts
and wild hair, daisies popping up here and there.
Stars reflecting light for me to share.
Or south, down into the devils lair with
flaming hope and burning desire, constant
fuel to feed the fire. Endless voids of forgotten
hope and the depth of feeling such pleasurable
scope. Eyes open, soul upon my sleeve and heart lost,
West toward the reality of a full turn, the cycle
rotating, rotating, rotating. Grey suits and empty
eyes, souls trampled and hearts held in an iron grip.
Each step worsening the rip. Each unique thought
ready to tip. Humanity on a downward slip.
Tails it’s North, heads it’s East,
heads it’s South, tails it’s west.
Flipping a coin the perfect test.
Thanks to Mr Harvey Dent.
heads it’s East the way i will go,
heads is South the life I will know.
Karen Hayward ©2016