The Ninety Year Old Boy

Sparkling dust to salt the air as leaves of mint are creeping bare along the cobbles, creek and mire where burns the latent, smoking fire Shadows dance and sneak a bite off sunbeams blinding, stiff and white along the meadows, fields and glen where boys pretend they've become men Silver stars float past the moon while children's songs expire soon along the days, the weeks, the years where dreams of flying slip to fears Sparkling dust to sweet the air as wisps of wild, thinning hair along the scalps of aging minds where the clock reversed, forever winds Shadows dance and eyes grow dim and laughter sneaks out on a whim along the lips once bitter, tight where scowls settled for the night Silver stars float past the heart of crinkled years, dissolved apart Along comes wind to stoke the fire and what was latent, becomes desire...