from out of brilliant sunshine
i stumbled into shade,
i held my breath but
felt so unafraid;
i saw the ground below me
become a bed unmade,
it held me close and
wrapped me up in spades.
my concentration broken,
my thoughts like bees took flight,
an angry mob that
chased me in the night;
their course was framed by peril
they robbed me of my sight,
with little hope i
fought a futile fight
but shadows only linger
when the source of light is gone,
the flower petals
open in the dawn;
their scent divides the spaces
between what’s right and wrong,
from Siren’s wail
to Hippolyta‘s song.
and so i found my senses,
my brilliant sunny day,
a shirtless stroll through
pastures blonde with hay;
a world awash with colour,
for once devoid of grey-
i made my bed. i
lie in it today…
jmidworth 
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