Cycles

Outside the bull roars to the moon
Clear and full
My window the stage

In silver light
I watch the stars
Nothing changes in darkness

The Schumann resonance
Thoughts
Escape

I strayed onto the path
Such mistakes
Cannot be mended

Seven years measured
The start of cycle nine
The end of cycle eight

Write
Pray
Meditate

In out

nick cook

In
Out
In
Out
Just keep breathing
In
Out
In
Out
Just keep living
In
Out
In
Out
Just keep being
In
Out
In
Out

Swifts up high and screeching

nick cook

Swifts up high and screeching
I love their sound
Sun hard on my back

Looking out to sea
I go way back in time
Kids playing far away

On a beach somewhere
Chasing waves
Like junkie’s chasing horse

Up high on the cliff tops
Just me
Just me and all my thoughts

Ghosts

nick cook

I lived with a ghost
And a ghost lived with me
We tried to keep each other
To keep each other company

I could see right through them
They could see through me
Together we grew distant
We grew distant like a memory

They could see my heart
Though theirs was hidden deep
I learned to hide mine over time
And there it stays in sleep

Flesh and bone is all we are
With souls as light as feathers
It’s only our thoughts that keep us
For a short while bound together

The American

nick cook

I watched it running out of the clouds
A day full of rain
It reminded me of watching puddles in Baker Street
In the dark
On the bike
At the lights
A winter long ago
I forget her name
We spent the night together
The American and I

Sometimes ..

Sometimes I feel like a nobody
In world full of people being somebody
Sometimes I feel like a somebody
In a world full of people being nobody