Poem-A-Day: Day 500

Solsbury Hill

Up on light wind blowing still,
the night was something to observe.

I heard a stretching nerve;
had no choice
just to trust imagination.

My heart was going home,
silence resigned, I was water.

Wine doors would be day to day life,
a thought of what connection
the scenery of machinery
going boom, boom, boom…

Grab your things back home
when illusion spin never where

I want to pirouette
when I am free.
Empty silhouettes can see
etiquette, another me,
a replacement on my face meant

My heart
was going to take me home.