Delirium

This is a sample poem from my first book, "All my masks"

It was cold that morning and I shivered
Walked the familiar path to the bus stop
The rain, undecided, fell almost as snow
And frozen breath melted into the fog
In a wintery half-silence of morning
Disturbed by the murmur of distant cars
The click-clicking of high heels walking by
The sound of all my hopes and fears and sighs
The vague illusions of a sleepless mind
Racing and raving in dream-fuelled delirium
While I remain in these cloud-covered lands
Where delight lies hidden in everyday things
Like the comfort of familiar walks

(c) Edward Rhodes (2011)