Return Poem by David Taylor

The cold mist sapped all colour from the landscape
leaving icy crystaled greys with homeopathic colorations
that dripped from thawing thoughts lit by the fluorescence
of tall shadowy street lights sliding from behind drifts
of mist that coagulated in shifting shrouds of mystery
as a shooting star unseen carried a speck of cosmic dust
to the end of its journey starting in primordial times
when entropy prevailed and complexity was not yet thrust
upon the heavens and all emerged as elemental particles
of pure, universal and undemanding love;
I melted into grey and grey into nothingness
and nothingness into a single point of unqualified trust
myness burnt up in the atmosphere of uncoloured dissolution.