Kevin East (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

In life's library I write.
As clouds watch me
through the window.
Winter white.
And trees reach to the silent song
On the wind.
They wave.
But never pinned,
I am gone.
-In my head
I move with a million other dancers
Of the Milky Way.
Lit by the eyes
Of Venus and Mars.
I sway,
In my room.
She left me
Just a thrill.
Like roadkill
I look up at the moon.
In my head
I bathe in the lunar lagoon.
With music of silver thread
Sewn by a golden needle,
Of fantasy.
Humming a mantra.
free.
-In my head
I taste cotton candy cloud.
And drink rainbows tears.
Lonely in a crowd
I cast all veneers
Of reality
away.
And ride on an astral sleigh.
Through the winter
Of yesterday.
To make love
Only to you.
Who knows who you are,
The avatar
Of eternal dreams.
By the ocean
She stands
In only stardust
And creams
Of secret wishes.
On shifting sands,
In naked blue.
In my head
I ache for a clue
Of ecstasies to view
From a mountain peak.
Love doesn't speak
Bur does so lightly tread.
And the fingers
Of an icy night
Touch me.
As I lay in her empty bed.
And you ask why
I take flight
In my head.