Master

Master

When I think of you, and the years fly by.
The how, then where, then when, then why.
A life, so blessed, unfolds and unfolding.
Passion boils hot, salt's from the Earth, water's scalding.

The future's the past, the moments are now.
Time's like an arrow, its deeds that allow.
Everything's in front, yet nothing's behind.
The state's moving forward, its all in your mind.

A mind, made new and open, to ideas profound.
Both final, like a book, and fleeting like a sound.
Yes, it all lies ahead, yet it comes from the past.
And it lives in this moment, no sense how things last.

That's how he'd have it, if he could speak, he'd say.
You can take your power, your money, and hay.
If all she's got is this moment, that's the take.
If its three in the morning, I'm gladly awake.

Yet one never knows when sleep may fall.
Sometimes it just takes you, despite it all.
I cherish his boy dreams, nurture them with my worth.
Wrap my arms around them, in spite of their girth.

I'll pick them up, and carry them along.
Sing the praises, and crank up the song.
Knowing in life, the balance will swing.
Never knowing when, the bell we do ring.

These moments, you see, may be all that we get.
That being the case, let's not regret.
Let's dance funky chickens on score divided annuals.
Let's mix our spirits, and bare out our dreams.
Write our own story, in volume and reams.

-- G. Dyke, 6 Sept 2010