LISTENING

The Words float
Across the parallel,
Visions appear
Distant and shrouded
Memories,
Just photos of ghosts
And I sit
Listening.

Happy days
Passionate nights,
Bloody gladiators
On bloodied sand
Imprinted.
Just a pulse of thought
My eyes closed
Listening.

Time travelling
Toward topographic oceans,
Mystical and magical
Merlin casts his spell
Ethereal,
Drifting on Dozmary
An uncertain smile
Listening.

Brief moments
Personal escape,
The world disappears........
Then back to reality
Headphones off
No more listening
Hearing.

Phil Hall January 2015