i am the youngest i'll ever be
but the oldest i've ever been
i write as if i've lived a thousand lives
a thousand lives,
a thousand eyes,
a thousand lies i've seen

so, yes, i'm old
but, forevermore,
my youth remains.

still, i converse with the moon
and dance with the waves
the trees, i embrace.
and all that i gave,
though carried away -
will return once again.

so, yes, i'm old
unravel my soul -
to find oceans of muse
hitherto i've retained,
more than ever i sought to gain.

my youth remains
when all of earth decays
the fire kindled within me
may never burn out...
completely.