In giddying circles
memory twirls and whirls
growing older.
Always there with me,
the constant tick,
invariably felt just below
the fabric of my left pocket.
With replenished optimism,
life’s musical pulse,
though at times
alarmingly pale,
chapters on –
long after midnight,
ministering an endless
sense of remedial energy
and enthusiasm.
Breathe deep. Exhale. Relax.
Enjoy the brilliance of the moon.
Smile.
Lie down and dream.
Breathe deep,
Spring’s reverant awe.
Taste earth’s influences
that rest tenderly
on your tongue.
Familiar to all – the taste,
the fragrance.
As she pulls
her eyes away
roused by revelation,
something unseen
releases its memory.
Consciousness comes
in giddying circles
as the mind
twirls and whirls
growing older.
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