The polished glowing pendulum swings in and out of timeAlways moving, never stopping, always looking for a rhymeThat holds convoluted meanings hidden ..
feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appearsin melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a seathat only calls so many names..
Will you bring me back again, to this wondrous place of timeless intervention,will you walk with me once morethrough our lush green pastures of embroi..