Drawing circles in the sand…with my madness, with your smile
Restless waves and fancy-free…riding riddles in my mind
Circles…like a ring of fire…never-ending love, a tryst with lust
Engulfed in a moment, a world of glass…
Shattered at the merest sound,
a whisper in my ear… a scream silhouetted in pride.

Never ending love, a tryst with lust…
A far cry from fine reason, substance of the mind…
Escaping the lunacy of the now, drowning in the notion of desire…
Living in the pacific moment, fleeing from attachment without a caveat
Choosing the labyrinth to the dreamed of momentary Utopia

Choosing the labyrinth to the dreamed of momentary Utopia
Will it still be Utopia, if it isn’t momentary…
The cold comfort of what’s not to be
The famished beginnings of an unlikely dawn
Stretch out your hands, a little too late
A little too late, as your fingertips feel it all…easily slip away.

Holding on In our moment of bliss, spoken and unheard….heard and unspoken,
Surrounded by the consciousness, unaware of else…seeking impunity.
Dougie’s 42, a guide to all questions hindering and naïve
The dreamed of land not a distant reality just a dream to dream,
A dream to be true, a dream to live, a dram being real…all else a vague possibility.

If dreams are real, and reality a vague possibility...
how far can you go, in keeping things the same
contradictory thoughts, a place of no return
those moments fade in the monotony of everyday
only to leave their mark....like faded scars from a memory far away

An impression, a mark left behind...as faded scars of a memory
Lasting the tide of times but not the tide itself
Threaded together with words weaving its magic,
Experience of a barefaced and unyeilding truth, in the form expressions
An afterthought that leaves behind poetically strung symbols for the ages.