papery thin skin
shivering like ocean waves in a breeze
clings to fragile bones -
yet steady -
like those of a bat.
holding it in flight
above the forest of youth
in which it once lived,
but must now leave for another fate.
sparks flicker in faded ocean blue eyes
...the remnants of an ink now weary
after rendering its picture bright
for all these meandering years.
now they watch a rapidly changing,
world. of shiny new oddities. stopping
(They don't comprehend its order.)
the old mind craves familiarity...
a phone that whirs and clicks
not one that beeps and replies in monotone
chugging trains dirtying the sky
not late electric ones promising utopia
rural freedom and laughter under blue skies
not age restrictions and apartheid of movement
grey hair tumbles, clinging to follicles
below which weathered nerves whisper melancholy thoughts of the old days,
just wanting to return one more time to those
( - idyllic times - calm - despite the raging history
that is all anyone remembers now)
before forgetness and oblivion steals it all
and the google search spits up black
to replace polychrome memories.