Emergence

I occupy the in-between                                                

Exist in neither sleep nor dream                                    

Not life, not death, no colour scheme                             

Adrift inert on languid stream     

Then cobalt ozone floods my mind  

And tingling neurons steal my peace.                

As glinting teal of breakers grind                        

and sapphire horses rise then cease    

To ebb away like dirty foam                                                                  

I float, on white, in solitude                                             

Ensconced within a milky snood                                    

A silent end…? or bland prelude?                                  

Unseen. Unheard. Unfelt. Subdued.                                          

Custard Mustard Lemon drizzle                                                           

A warm straw nest where dreams can grow                               

Cowslip gold laburnum twizzle                                      

The yellow song of goldfinch floats below          

Teasing golden hope to tempt me home     

Retreat again to sanctuary                                            

Awash on clouds of snowberry                                      

Sink deep into the warmth of me                                   

Drink-in the honeyed mayflower tree                                                     

Dragged from dreams to musky pink                                         

Rose-petal rain to tease my soul                       

Is this real… or cruel hoodwink?                        

My body lost my memory stole             

Yet pink could save me from this rigmarole                                

A dreamless, senseless whiteout veil.                

Reluctant comfort leaves me frail                       

A yearning ache, no thoughts avail                    

Is life, or death, the holy grail?                           

The pain of black a smell of thunder                                         

Charcoal howls oblivion nears                                      

A choice to make I’m torn asunder                    

Accept this fate or face my fears                     

No more this hueless in-between

I choose to live!

My eyes unsee my ears unhear

No taste or sense of teeth on tongue

No scent No joy No win to cheer

Confusion tumbles all is wrong

And panic grips my tortured soul

At last!

I see your voice it’s dance of sound

Your touch,has flavour bold and round

A vision heard like angels singing

Rainbows rise from ‘neath the ground

I reach with searching fingertips

My eyes begin to search through mist                

My moving lips can make no gist                       

Your gentle touch allays my fears                      

and warming words now reach my ears

“I missed you”

As sense returns my hot tears burn

Disquiet fades as world upturns

  No longer unreachable.