Winding Paths And Crowded Bars Poem by jim hogg

I'm panic struck and lost in space
an astronaut amongst the trees
between the satellites and seas

a naked body robed in guilt
my inhibitions breaking wings

yet as before, conveniently
and not without much real relief
in sudden sunlight in some street
I've dreamt my way to better times

I land quite smoothly on my feet
in casual gear, my hair slicked back
in supersoftened waves of black
and find your arm, your sporty car
your nonchalance, compliant airs

and photographs I'll bin too soon
of Highland Games and you half clad
on winding paths, in crowded bars

the brave stravaiging that was our's
a breathless climb up through the leaves
against the guns, across the bones
and choice of ice cream on the slopes

a cold and winding river's course
a hawk ascending, castle walls
the summer haze, our sinning hearts
the pastel present, vivid past

and embers on the road to Ash