It was in the bright light sometime last night when I walked right
through the white wall
and the one legged man behind me did call,
'you belong here,do not fear me,we are the universe and your destiny'.But
the batteries started running low and though I'd travelled far there was nowhere else to go,
'cept through the white wall.
and on the other side where the whispers glide on polished wings of steel and the years amass like the passing clouds on a Summers day,I watched the children play as if my many yesterday's had never been,
and the Maypole Queen was crowned,drowning in a flowing frock of orchids.
Ah
Sweet smell of the bloom a panacea for gloom,and the faeries danced light on this side of the white wall,
and should I fall from your memory,
for that's what I am,the shadow in a doorway,the last image as you lay to sleep.
I shall not weep for a loss
shall not toss nor shall I turn
I live as I learn
and learn nothing at all
'til the end.