Running Round My Brain by James Aubrey


Running Round My Brain



The sunset fills the sky like a blossoming red rose.

Trees of transparent green shimmering in a glass lake.

Skies like deep blue eyes,

Broken only by puffs of liquid sunshine.


The beautiful browns of natures naked hills.


Chateau’s tucked away like neat mantle pieces

Contain comforts like a friendly fireplace.

Smoke rising like dancers on the horizon.

Into now dark skies across flickering stars.

Like a dim distant light the moon peers

Over forests elongated by reflections

The left-handed lake stores the alpine paintings

Like negatives, never quit the same.


Those images fade, forsaken and forgotten

For dreams of you running round my brain.

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