Live Life....
With each pounding crash, land ebs and flows,
glimpsed from beneath frothing reality,
an illusion of forever in an ever changing world,
whilst they, the children of the world,
in eternal play from hill to valley to hill,
dive and gambol from day to day to day,
and here we strut, so dry, so few to understand
that life was meant for pleasure and laughter,
under mother moon who pulls and makes the motion
to rock those who truly live from waking to slumber
and I, half there, half here in desert, burning hell
look on in silent bewitched wonder
and a soft stirring in my breast
calls me to join the living dream
and from my dream they see their nightmare...
my reality
by Adrian Gill
