Rimmed with the patina
-- Of oft-spoken age.
Yellowed images entrancing,
Like soft-spoken gypsy thoughts,
Dancing across the mind of a
Cerebrum induced haze.
Collecting kite-flown memories,
Scattered by the call
Of zephyr as he blows...
Wandering aimlessly toward destination
--- Unknown, uncharted.
Childhood beckons to the weary cerebration
Of old age's siren muse...
Collecting dust in the attic,
Of the old aspxiated breath of the slowly dying.
And youth, once so far...
Reaches out his hand.
Promising forever in fingers,
Trapped not with the promise of death's lingering gaze.
Watery blue esconsced within the ever uncompromising circle
Of web wrinkles held fast, shuttered in parchment across the skin.
And heavy hand drops
One last time
Breath shrieking from fragile, skin and bones frame.
blue rimmed liquid closing.... forever.