I say no longer is my stride bold
and different paths I now travel
but I’ve many tales still to be told
from a new life about to unravel.
There are tick’ left upon my clock
time for thoughts to be set free
woven by summer starling flock
and on the wing borne over sea.
Without change would existence cease
and no man can choose the cards dealt
yet even with this bad hand I’ve peace
and the kindness of strangers have I felt.
If I awake a man not of flesh but chrome,
motionless, brilliant shine reflected light,
then within cool remnant dreams I roam,
king of that not seen by sight.
I step out, released from temporal norm
leaving behind the tight binding chains
of my false purgatory, my electric storm
never do I once look back at still remains,
there is nothing of worth, no velvet glove
only mere vestige of that which once was,
ever in the past sealed, save trace lost love
and by memory stamped ‘Because’.