Jon Collins

Close your eyes, what do you see A crimson sunrise, looking out to sea Sunlight on water, and in the distance A tall sail, maybe Close your eyes, cross the line Break with

A moment A moment of loss A glimmer of relief A turn towards the worse The turning of a new leaf Crumbling of the past Forging a new path Momentary loss of heart

Looking Out Looking out in that moment, he saw only fragments Of unfulfilled dreams, of once-idealistic intentions That came as a flow, once rushing, then slowed, Pooling of thoughts into clever compartments To

For David These words aren't the ones that I wanted to write The coffee cup curves round my hand as I struggle To capture my thoughts, perhaps with a poetic lilt

All that I hope All that I hope is that, somewhere beyond The realms of our thinking New truths, new factors are still to be found Connections between what we know to be