Laying in silence under the bed
Waiting for the roll of thunder
Counting the seconds since the flash
One thousand and one
Day has turned to night in 30 seconds
Bright sun to dark, damp air
Bristling with static charge
One thousand and two
Stillness was replaced with wild wind
blowing from no particular direction
One thousand and three
One thousand and four
One thousand and five
A distant rumble
another bright flash.
Sweet juice dribbles down my chin
Sticky residue of the first bite
Bright sun reflects off the clouds below
As we stand on the mountain top
Soft blankets block out the cold
I snuggle into your warmth
Care melts away into nothing
As I lie in the one spot of sunshine
The first sip of warmth awakens
Deep within my soul
Vibrations penetrate my being
Music fades into memory
Memories of how it was
Are just memories of how it was
Floating in time and not in space
In mind and not in place
Shaping me here and now
Connected and real
I am still
That frightened boy
Cowering before the bully
I am still
That triumphant hero
Conquering my first mountain
I am still
That wondering student
Learning my first lesson
All these things
Weave and create
The tapestry
Marvellous multicoloured
Chaotic interplay of knots
That is me and my life
But there is nothing but
Here and now
Memories of how it was
Are just memories of how it was
Floating in time in and not in space
In mind and not in place
It is time to bury the dead
And move on
