Silver lining
Antique finding
Intertwined fingers
Browsing eyes

Indoor maze
Shifted gaze
Can't see all
Noticing some

Vintage room
Old spittoon
Strolling past
Items forgotten

Mirror reflects
Dust collects
We evlove
But never change

Wild flowers dancing
in my fields
I no longer sway,


No more long flowery dresses
Or lilac perfume
scents.

I lie still.

I no longer drive
The untouched roads
Paved with gold.

I no longer sway.
I no longer move at any distant
Beat. I no longer move
At any sensation in my feet.

Wild flowers dance

in my fields
I lie still.