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...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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