You asked me again today.
The sound I made was of a vocalised smile.
My answer came differently this time,
I told you more than I had yesterday.
I told you less than I will tomorrow.
'Imagine you're standing on a ledge, a cliff,
Looking down across a varied landscape.
It is luscious, undulating like hills but
Somehow becoming a despairing wasteland
Without even changing.
A radiance is pulsing out from you,
It coats everything in nectar,
In the smell of music,
In the taste of laughter,
You have that effect here.
There are dark places though. Cages.
Their very beings, horror, sewn with malice.
The cages are strong, but very little in this place is
There are caverns. Dark in different ways
Some a chocking black, the colour of fear, spitting out in anger.
Some an inviting mysterious dark, a coaxing call of
Discovery, of reward.
Far from these places, you tread,
And the land becomes softer where you stand.
The colours turn to past