insubstantial
flickering
before my eyes your image
fades
returns and fades and back again
alone or not?
i cannot say
ambiguous
or undecided
no-one knows -- not even you
these paths we walk
will guide us
just as far as we
permit them to
uncertainty
the ice beneath my feet
croaks songs of deep cold doom
i run light-footed
spiralling
beneath the pallid moonlit gloom
redemption
and transparent spirit
slough the old ways off and gone
emerge into
some pale morning
cold
alone
but singing on...
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers