Lines from the Mind

Your browser does not support this audio GOLDEN MASK - Credit: Wikipedia Once I eternally slept nightmare tossing, dark traps sprung, death tonnes of pyramid granite fell on tunnelling robbers. I silently laughed but they relentlessly came for my riches. I am Mighty Pharaoh Army surrounding, protecting me, Servants entombed alongside ready for my royal decree. As robbers break last barriers I command; Disconnected Failed None responds My wealth plundered with pitch tar torches and scrabbling fingers, Even my face lifted in triumph Gone... Stolen security. Dreams now wrapped dry warmth again, Sensing walls once more Prying touching fingers, Unknown words painted on walls around, crude, not like the picture words that gracefully adorn my bandages, A tomb solid but disgracefully invisible like an empty soul window, They tap on my walls but so close to touching me they turn back. I laugh, The God's smile. I am stolen yet slum

Wind rustled thoughts In grass heads fringe Life at a distance. Fat wood pigeon swish cuts the air From five finger to dark hill hugging manuka Wind pulls low threaded sounds Through overhead pathway power wires, Intimate and expansive I'm a traveller in the moment Guest of a slice of time. Hopes and dreams circle My connections to this land Tuned to bell bird stories Sung from ridge to bush, and voices of children carefree in play exploration Somewhere beyond the trees. A land with a thousand voices Present and past.