A BREEZE OF YESTERDAY

I've awoken
From a world of denial,
A world of dreaming spires
Kite flying
And oceans blue.
I've sat up,
Untied the bondage
Of blissful ignorance,
Where words flood
Tripping over
One another
To satisfy
The lust for
Self adulation.
This ship has sailed,
Floating free
Upon the sea of life
Or
A dreamy river of destiny.
A new smile breaks
Refreshed, cleansed
Caressed
By the breeze of yesterday.
The sun and stars
Tug at ones conscience,
Ink dries
Upon the pages of self harm
And abuse of the soul.
Free again to wander
And wonder,
A Virgin birth of sunrays
Warm the future path
As I stroll barefoot
And barefaced
Immersed
In a breeze of yesterday.

Phil Hall.  February 2015