posted October 31, 2016 11:49 AM            

On a dew kissed rock a man sat and listened

to the rhythmic murmur of the brook

its smooth meandering pathway

hypnotic caw of nesting rook

unbinding wearied spirit

Nature's hymn to breaking day.

A kaleidoscope of colours, a captured rainbow

in his palms, as the Sun reflected ephemerally;

a sentinel from the heavens, a catalytic seed to sow,

on an empty joyless bottle grasped so desperately.

A vessel of unfulfilled dreams, shipwrecked, marooned

forever to remain undiscovered, captive in a lost lagoon.

His life replayed in spiralling colours,

vibrant reds, blues, and pinks

clutching his brow in anger,

from the past he could not shrink

lost days, lost friends, sacrificed for liquid vice

'Oh how did I fall so low', he cried,

'why did I not think twice'!

From the bank he raised his weary limbs

glimpsed his reflection in the silver sheened water

made a pact with God and man his life would drastically alter.

He raised the bottle overhead, smashed it violently on mossy stone

past fragmented into smithereens, in liberation he did scream

a demon had been banished, a life given second birth