most of the time I’m ageless but mirrors tell no lies I’m too old now to plead innocence and too young to know much at all I have not grown wise I’ve just become careful I remember the follies of youth the sap still rises in my veins but I’m kinder now and more patient though I’m none the wiser for all the books I’ve devoured the lips I’ve kissed and the secrets I’ve hidden behind my eyes
I look upon the past as if it were a dream and what a dream it was that steadied me for the certainty of
death is there dust on my wings? I have not forgotten how to fly but fly to where? surely not back into the comfort of old
memories but forward where the days pass too swiftly to count will I be surprised by my maker as I
round the next corner? or shall I
simply fade away into the oceans of time?
I don’t screw with my neighbour or take what isn’t mine I know the edicts of heaven and I keep an ear to the ground I believe the world still talks to
me but as an infant because I’m not a dead child I’m a grown one my mind still burns with delirious ambition though I am mocked by the passing
years but this is not a lament for
the dying there are no tears in my
eyes for I have savoured life and I’ll leave it without regret
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