I sat alone and looked out on a year of distant dreams
A sentinel of something good, at least that’s how it seems,
When as each year crept quietly away from all it knew
There felt such a sense of sameness, such a hint of deja-vu,
For all things come to he who waits, at least my Father said
And from a boy I prayed for them, before I went to bed,
But time was such a two edged sword that glittered on the night
It carved away my memories before they met the light.


Like melting ice on wind chimes that keep time with every drop
The years crept in and out of me, impossible to stop,
Just balls upon an abacus they slid forth one by one
And there was nothing left to say where time had been and gone,
My dreams felt just like fragrances of every day I’d met
Those drip-drop smells and wishing wells, those suns that never set,
Until at last I was a man, my moments told me so
As time picked up it’s pace again, and winds began to blow.


But wisdom creeps on velvet paws, so silent yet so deep
And gave me so much more to do, than sit alone and weep,
Unwinding past each darkened door, it lit the lamps again
Like an everlasting rainbow that comes dancing through the rain,
My dreams were quietly aglow, and drifted up once more
Awash with colours and with hopes, they came from every door,
And then I knew that looking back was dressed in faded smiles
So I turned upon the dreamer’s path, the future’s waiting miles…