TURNING OUT

Through the frozen
Biscay of your thoughts
I would attempt to tread

The basic rhythm
Thwarted by a dream
A sense of everlasting

Suddenly I sway
A realisation
Of night, of day, of us

A floating mantra
If you were here
Where would I be?

Too much drama
And the pressure builds
A common restriction –

Tight, random feeling
If I let you – would you run?
Or would you be thankful

That the only exit
Is the one you made

My turning out
As my muse