Midway through the journey
Without a start
Whipping the bullocks to pull
Without the cart
Best-selling novel, that no-one read
Half, yet zero; pages of history – blank
Winding watch; hands won’t move
Screeching to a halt, moving full speed ahead
One smile – ripples in the pond
Pair of eyes that burnt eagle’s heart
Husky voice merging time n space
Quivering lips pulling you through
Memory mob, mobs the peace
Silence prevails half way through
Passage warped in time
Time wrapped in maze of masks
Clouds, raindrops and mossy steps
Sailor’s whistle swamps em all
Does phoenix have any more lives left
Midway through the journey