Music’s wind sings a quiet song amid the rustle

And down the paths of our past autumns

We try to understand, we try to listen to

What had brought our future to present

Reaching I clutch a withered leave

Its veins now drained of color

Its skin parched like the taste of sand

Long given way to the arid desert sun

To reach out and touch a moist mirage

To feel soft wetness bubbling once more

Not dried like life turned to stone

Of burnt hay never harvested, wasted away

Once sitting beneath the birch of my boyhood

We held onto each other’s shining stars

Discovering all their secrets while cradled

In the loving lap of a summer breeze

It tussled your hair across the face of my youth

As the circle of our world surrounded us

In sweet protection with a loving embrace

So fleetingly short in time’s marked spans

The present is now running quickly

Headlong into the future once more

Tossing the past in defiance to memory

And irreverent to what caution to be heeded

And long, long ago sitting in a field

By my mother’s knee, safe with in her aura

I was drawn by the magnets of curiosity

Out of her shadow, beyond her apron strings

To assert my first twinges of adolescence

Seeking adventures that were short lived

And now just memories covered in dust

Locked faded in a closet near my youth