Shifting Sands

Blinding white light,
Bedazzled walls,
Room with a view,
Top of the world.
Attic visions of the bare trees of winter.
Budgerigars screech discordantly,
Arboretum freezing below.

Moving in - flat.
Moving out - home
Heart bobbing like a cork,
On a tidal wave of tears.
All things must change;
Better or worse.
I just don't know.

The shifting sands drawing me in.
Avoiding recklessness -
Welcoming love.
Rejecting fear,
Coming up for air,
Riding the storm,
Not fighting it anymore.

Tomorrow is first day,
of the rest of my life.
Hope the quicksand will
Allow me my dreams.

Washed out nostalgia,
Sepia visions of nine years,
In gilded frames,
Its time to break out,
with a whisper not a shout,
Rocky the cat just looks bored
and yawns on my single bed,
With not a care in the world.

By Tony Fisher