My heart has danced
has trembled to the music of time
has rejoiced in the moment
throbbed in both joy and pain
I’ve moved to the music
done all that
travelled where no one has been before
listened to the wind
whispered to the trees
sighed with the sea
in its motion-hungry fervour
and trembled with the waves
as they shuddered towards the shore
I have given my time to the poetry of life
sung its stanzas
rhymed with its lusting lilt
in tune with its echoing cadences
Now in the fullness of my seasons
I recline and muse
over time passed by
Is it to be experienced again
does renewal with the Spring follow
perhaps
in another life
whilst this one fades
The gaps which are left
the shreds in the curtain of my hopes
tear through the seams of my mind
crossing the border into
the parallel worlds in which
my existence lives on
matching my movements
mirroring the moments
since birth in the old
to death in the now
thus bringing on the new
And my heart now murmurs
to itself
in mockery and mime
bridging the chasm
that separates this world from the next
Roland's Ragbag 