Poetry – Space is full

Poetry – Space is full

I thought it was time for another poem from way back.



All space is full


Of rays and beams and clotted dreams


That seems


To have no substance




All life is full


Of toys and Queens and twisted seams


That deems


To have importance



And drifting through the interludes

We climb our ragged stairwells

All alone


Waving to the passers-by

We wend our weary way

On our own


Communicating from afar

Through treacle

To another star

Until I met you


OPHER  5.2.98

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