Arnold Isbister

Past pours through shattered glass,

Come, walk softly with me
‘Nosims’, sons of my son,
As we make the first steps
In Life’s long winding journey.

Hear the sadness in my talk
See the years in my eyes.
Windows clouded yet …

What is time?” A long pause was interrupted by muffled laughter as I crawled into myself…...

Glorious in the ingenuity of his own genesis and genius he exclaims in revelation…..

I cuddle to her. My eyes grow heavy….....

Hair long draping her breasts

In my dreams I saw her – mythical
A Goddess of wishful visions.
Satin locks, honey in the sun,
Skin soft, fair eyes a mirage of blues.

We met, my Queen of illusions past,
A wish comes t…

The warrior thought “this must be how Death moves…."

A waif of smoke from burning ambers

Onto a vast plain, an openness forever

Across time, memories at night
To home I’ve come at last

Echoes in dark, composed in song, sirens seduce the sailors light.