there, do you see?
just around the bend, the place it used to be?
a place, the marker there,
when you were ten, played with friends, found love and conquered care
the tracks, we roll along,
beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone,
we think the tracks go on, like a verse does with a song, a ballad with no end
but crash the change it comes
the rails are all displaced, and wheels no longer race, adrift
cast en reverie, devout on bended knee, we search the world to find our last relief
cast from who knows where, sitting on a chair we see the grief
that is to barter all the bare earth’s meaning
but this is no argent prayer, no meaning foul or fair, that words would bring to me
to ease my deep felt pain, v’ruach brings again, without cease
yet the hour comes, when peace is finally won, when the soul has taken flight
the last warm air is there, a last holy silent prayer, stands vigil in the night
My Gifted Life 