Like the ice off the earth
In spring,
Like a lie in the presence
Of truth,
Like dry ink off an old
Manuscript
I can feel melting off me
My face,
/
And my heart I can sense
Reabsorb,
Every wrinkle and tear,
Every smile,
With whose help it would
Speak to the world,
And who’d pass to it
The world’s reply
/
As I watch my hands wither
Like leaves,
That I’d gather in bouquets
Each fall,
I recall what a joy it once was
To hold
Rock and snow, and the sunset glow
Over the ocean
/
As if sculpted from
Alien ash,
My legs, too, crumble
With the wall of time,
And the winter wind
Carries away
All that’s always been his –
Never mine

Reminds Joni Mitchell “The Circle Game”
My ‘voice’ is not nearly as beautiful as Joni Mitchell’s, and my ‘circle game’ is simpler. Very flattering comparison, however, thank you, Carl! Here’s the song, by the way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fm-4dTM7m4
Time moves us to the beginning much faster than we would like it seems…another fine verse.
Thank you so much for your kind words! Time is short, always :)!