Rocking By Decree
Have faced the final curtain,
the passing through of change,
A crossing of the mountain
on pathways, oh, so strange,
No more visions are moving
over the clouded stage,
Words no longer do remain
upon the crumbled page.
This chair becomes the pleasure,
the throne of last resort,
Where futures wait silently
for tomorrow’s report.
Sometimes the weight seems lifted,
sometimes it’s not to be,
Through all the chained up mem’ries
souls cry out to be free.
The fountain has stopped running,
the rose been starved of drink,
Sands of time roll down the hill
taking one to the brink.
Then thunder meets the sunrise
and neither knows what’s meant
By the sounds of aftermath
that echo through lament.
Suddenly the yesterdays
have melded with the blind,
The times of life once gone by
disappear far behind.
The rocking chair’s still moving,
the eyes still come to see
All that has e’er gone before
has somehow set one free.
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