Looking passed the bursting white symbols
Of my unexpressed feeling...

The shady glade of red, red roses
And soft cool grasses walled by dryadic oaks...

[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...

The swaying forms of flame birthed
Spectators watch eagerly as do I...

I ache the call
With a sense of panic...

They say that home is where the heart is...
I look about my body...

Do you yet feel me when I call
with that endless self that...

[An ode to the Goddodin as inspired by the Welsh...
Well, my friend, the time has come...

[Another old poem dusted off for, hopefully, your...
Oh darkly distant proximity...

In darkening corridors of a once light mind
The demons of loneliness wreak painful havoc...

I am naught but
a soul with amnesia...

As I gazed upon the
Garden's desolation...