Hands reach,
Deceiving the eye...

Lulled by gentle, pulsing beat,
Away from gaudy, noisome life...

So here I am again and now I know that I have...
To keep the demons held in check...

Drowsy water hangs suspended,
Reluctant to fall...

In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...

A hole it was, a rabbit hole,
So small and neat and round...

Muscles balk, daring to challenge
the mind that forces them on...

A walk,
Through lonely lanes in quiet solitude...

Alone it has no purpose.
Crouched there under the lamp in wait...

You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...

Underneath the plastic smiles,
Designer labels and the miles...

Sitting in the sun she drowses,
raising her face to bathe in the mid day heat...