Friday, July 11, 2008
This old man
This Old Man
Take this old man's mind away,
Far, far away from present days.
One hundred years, ten thousand miles,
up and out to places alive with peace,
where sun-speckled lanes whisper
gently into the ear of giggling streams;
reminders of the promise in patience,
the sacred nature of innocence.
Once again to befriend the waves.
Fingers and toes tickled by sand
transformed to mighty castles,
cylindrical towers and conical parapets
tenderly eroded by the nudge of wind and water.
Each castle a monument to unfiltered eyes,
every laugh a jovial confession of faith -
belief in the sanctity of smiles and tan lines.
Take this old man's mind away,
this will and work and weariness undone
so All is wisdom's grin and radiance -
unfettered, unapologetic, unrestrained.
Free to bask in unencumbered sunshine,
or doze the afternoon's expanse
while shadows stretch into twilight,
troubled no more, sleeping well.
No more fear for the moon and stars,
their companionship a welcome visitation
as time races around and through
Aging skin held hand-in-hand
with the wide-eyed child at his heart.
Mystified and mesmerized by the world
Now as ever, this when and where so strange,
eyes still reaching toward the next horizon.
Labels: life or the lack thereof
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