Life’s birthday cards of changing numbers,
Simmering oats and frost covered windows.
From soapy-soled sandals and shorts of corduroy,
To hand-me-down jumpers in times when just a boy,
Snow would dress these winter sleeping trees,
Like crystallised cotton placed with delicate ease.

My thoughts are washed by faceless tears,
Of fading rainbows forgotten years.
Rambling aimlessly the streets of broken dreams,
Beating heart’s disturbed, by passing times of change,
As life’s fragmented moments opaque the mind of a child,
Creating deprivation, within those innocent smiles.

Crowing cocks, mechanical clocks, break a deathly silence,
Street lights extinguish one by one, awaken a living fragrance.
Charcoal frescos share my bedroom walls,
With scenes of childhood dreams,
The inverted smile of a sunrise calls,
To open closed eyes of times obscene.

The stars are on loan to another world,
While this sun’s on loan to me,
Melting snow from the windows fall,
Converting translucent for all to see.
Snow flakes, like gossamer leaves fall without direction,
To a landscape of beauty, bereft of all protection.

Each branch to shed a tear,
As the mid-day sun climbs without fear,
The mind’s perplexed from a past,
The memories inured from its cost.
As footsteps assault this blanket of snow,
Like an epitaph in motion, be it friend or foe.

The labyrinth of my thoughts are stirred,
By natures beauteous sculptured world,
Many years I’ve forgone since my freedom of dreams,
When my toys came to life, and minds created themes,
But the sounds of my past are now deaf to my heart, So,
Like birds I’ll take shelter, beneath the leaves of nature.

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