NOW is no good to a story-teller or a poet….
How do you grow an imagined rhyme when all there is is present time?
NOW is not where stories are born – NOW must be torn from the mind
To find that blurry-eyed state where the hero’s fate is written –
For heroes are not of NOW…how can NOW teach us? How would it reach us?
For as soon as it happened NOW has passed ….
Past….it is history
NOW holds no such mystery!
NOW is not where the Faeries play,
They are dancing away in daydreamed hours
Living in flowers and trees which NOW never sees,
Because NOW can’t step into that magical place where time is suspended –
Where the numbers don’t race and fall off the face of the clock
To the rock of the past which NOW has cast aside
In the all-flowing tide -one moment then another –
There is nothing else -so how can there be other?
No stories, no dreaming …NOW has no deeper meaning.
It’s there, it’s gone – doesn’t take long…
But NOW is happening , it’s bang on trend –
And NOW has finished …forever….