But, ah!, to get back on it; to get back on the train!
To live, to breathe, is to see again!
It's akin to feeling the breeze upon your face,
to being with one and experiencing and appreciating that all is unique,
to be able to see the path for the trees, to see the world at an apogee.
To see creation pour from pen to paper, to take note and gather further,
to go with the transference of vision to prose,
to probe down dark avenues of mind and light where it goes,
and I feel it flow - it’s a joy, a wonder.
You feel it seep into your skin and connect somehow to something deep down within,
As it probes the world around you in escalating ways,
(and of those within you, though sometimes it fades), for sometimes,
it's with you for precious seconds and then...
or be around like a would-be lover; for days,
as you feel its pillow against your back, as well as its gaze.

But though you might well know, it disappears so,
yet in the back of your mind, pit of the stomach or small of your back,
you know it'll return,
elastic-like (as though it never left!), some way down the track.
So don't be a fool, don't be sad,
Don't stay idle for something you had.
Life is for living and this world (and others) is what you make of it,
which can be a precious thing so bide your time and be sure not to break it.
I know worries beset you while around you others enjoy,
and deep down inside you know negatives of any kind no one should employ,
So take stock, take heed,
for your wounds they do not bleed.
For your time will come (again) as it did before…
But isn't it nice to see it around you, practically knocking at your door?
Maybe it's there already, provided you know where to look,

And how to use it and for what...
Take heart, of life take a healthy bite!
Breath in the outside when inside needs insight,
add colour to scope and do not collide;
(Yet) life is that mountain on which we sometimes slide.
Throw true your arrow, strike the mark,
intuition knows when to strike in the dark.
Be the best of who you are, eat well and travel far,
I know you know this well,
maybe in some other detail,
But sometimes it helps to gather wind in your sail,
so sail on, on that unique heading and pollinate the sunsets of tomorrow.
You're the precentor, it's a wave of precession; it's precognition.
Perception. Precipitation.
Dust yourself off for presentation.



Adam Fretter 2002©