Clouds up high
On earth mud and gloom
thunder and lightning
and I sit on the cliff of Time
Waiting, a cliffhanger
Looking.
What may be there, away
On the road, the years stumps burning
in the forest of life
the smoke, roots up curling, looming reptiles
growing bigger and bigger
a frightful image muffling the land.
Youth and love swallowed
Nought remains but the wink of shoulders
And the dream of the past
My soul in it.
The storm at peak
a crash, a smiling gleam
I wake in memory
a beautiful sight of yore
And I sit one more day
Age without teeth
Looking
into the night
falling.