This world, and Infinity
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I see the trees
I see the sky
I see the life
It passes by

I sit inside
I sid and hide
Behind my curtains
Blind with pride

I see the grass
I see it wave
I see the birds
And try to save

I try to savor
The memory gained
A painsome flavor
For some retained

I see the wind
I hear it wail
I sense the ocean
Ships set sail

But mine stands still
Upon clear ground
And waits for will
By which it's bound

A solace haunted
By verbal malice
The madess taunted
My dreams in need

The grace I wanted
A herbal palace
All to me daunted
By dreams beyond