Written...

...on a train today, it might be a bit rough but I decided to go for it as it was...

Light begins to filter in through the window
I wonder what to run from
Whether it may finally be time to find out
The ghosts of the past seem to circle

Its fully light now
The Sun streams by
Flashing its brilliance
Ushering in the new day

Sleep is warm and all-encompassing
The dark brings the quietness
Restful, still fitful
Free to run from the rails

Quiet thoughts, flashing past
Half remembered dreams and memories
Cast aside when the light arrives
Half forgotten lullabies

Caught in the half light
A gentle dip
and I reach out
But you're not there

Questions? Part II

So I'm feeling a little uninspired at the moment post wise.

So in the meantime, and as a bit of an experiment, I'd like to know if you drop by here is there anything that you want to ask me? It can be either by comment or to pastandfuturetense@googlemail.com the email linked with this blog. I'll answer anything. It really is open house - if something I've said has clicked, or indeed hasn't or there's always been something that you've wanted to know ask away!

An Acrobat...

"The sky is often used as a metaphor
I suppose that's because it's so big and expansive
When a long stranded cloud sits just above the horizon
Leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it
It becomes the panorama
And you turn your head 360 degrees
And the same line follows you round
If the land is sufficiently flat
Really nothing can be compared to it" - Acrobat - Maximo Park