I feel the Sun on my skin, warm and dreaming again…
I hear a song on the wind like a distant refrain…
I raise my eyes, look to the skies, and I find peace in symmetry…
No less majestic for having suggestions of chance…
I stand in awe of it all, humble, joined in the dance…
The cold elegy of autumn's butterfly echoes warm in spring rain…
Watching clouds sail past the Moon, drifting, my thoughts; alone…
Though the Piper calls the tune, the steps that I choose are my own…
Borne on the winds, water will always find its way back to the sea…
Day follows night follows day, marching past in parade…
Somehow seemingly unchanged, moments still slip away…
Yesterday's kings on swiftest wings flew, faded into history…
All that I do, all I say, curtains fall, ending the play…
And all that ever stood blocking my way void at the end of the day…
Although the Piper is calling the tune, new wings unfold light and strong...
And though the song seems to end all too soon, taking flight facing the night,
The band plays on…