Can it be you can breathe fire
in place of air?
Or touch the hot ice where ever it lay?
Feel the still wind against your skin,
or swim amongst the frozen water
like it all made sense?
Does the moon’s rays reach you like a fireplace
and the sun douse out the heat of the night?
Do mockingbirds sing of disarray
or can that all be repaired to the corners of mental grey?
Do the words sound melodious to the dead,
the colours brighter in blindness,
or the well toned muscles feel frayed?
So silly it is, the vanity of all that exists.
For a moment forget, forget that you live not for you,
but for me,
the bygone ways.