Tranquility in a heartbeat moving in space and in time, so many cliches fitting easily into rhyme, listening to fine music from disco to Pink Floyd, drift away so casual deep into the void.

Picking up the ideas walking through the leaves upon the ground, autumn fine days passing, winter coming round, feel the chill upon the air, breathing deep the darkness find the dreams that are hiding there along with the nightmares lurking like the latest trends, let the madness drive me round the bend.

Sitting down to supper with friendly ghosts that knocked upon my door, actors, writers, leaders, thinkers all long dead and gone, listening and ruminating how could these times be so lost and wrong?