Monolith

A wind so sweet with pungent memories

blows through my cobweb thoughts;

Takes root and harvests each delicate bloom

and savours the scent....

Flowing past a sea of recollections all too dark and taut,

to find safe harbour in a sanctuary port.

Out on the horizon of despair are ripples ever widening,

and the temporal splendour evaporating into a stormy maelstrom.

As the waves reach their zenith the sweet wind overtakes

and the memories return  in a crashing surrender on the beach.

Leave me be in  splendiferous solitude to mourn my hidden past

and bury hopeless dreams beneath a monolith of pain.