Surrounded, by people and love and life,
Lifted by the lightness of simply being
And flung into the air by words and colours
that make me squeal in childlike delight,
I have much to be thankful for.
Then dunked into an ocean of despair
just by finding out that darkness exists!
That it is the gift that some will gladly bestow
on the brides of Naivete and meekness.
And that twisted in this vineyard of
black and white; dark and light -
this world of sobriety and intoxication -
are things that you and me in simple play
might fail to really grasp.
The finding makes me weak,
at these knees fit only for sitting
cushioned, on the little green mat
that points a sometimes wandering mind
to that place
where eternity dwarfs
those mountains in the mind,
those petty details of
black and white; dark and light.
And the silly borders
of sobriety and intoxication.
Local Council By-Elections April 2017
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