Centre Cannot Hold

The Centre of these Endless Glows

Bring back all the memories
Swing on in with me
Wrap them in a ball of twine
And never let them leave

Tear up all the photographs
I shall tell you how it went
Take a chair and pour a brew
Ill show you what they meant

Touch and squeeze my weathered face
Stroke these labrynthed wrinkled paths
Share then what is whispered
And ill answer what you ask.

I pass you on this twine of mine
First encase some tales of ours
And throw it to the skies above
Let it dance upon our stars.

Then pick out any glow you wish
Unwravel every nook
But replace each strand there after
For another one to look.

We were a chaotic centre
We were eachothers tales
We are involved in many
We are these endless trails.