time turns and turns again
a breath with hello and goodbye
on your lips so worn with words
there nestles the wanting and need
Oh how it was to be young!
no care in the heart free to run and
run, through the wild grasses and
poppies without a mind for the
machinations of Man, but time
turned and turned again, leaving
you alone with your own escape.
but you heard the beat of drums
and held others hand, and danced.