A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --. Don't mean to get in anybody's way.. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly..
I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver. and hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over.. Now and then: memories of men who loved me..
Close in, move out to where you want to go.. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.. Step into joy. Walk into light..