Echoes Recharging
by Odin Roark

Once
where chance dared not go
while passion starved eyes
drank from chalices of make believe...

When
from tree-house perches,
where purity of peanut butter and jelly whispers
teased innocent fantasies
and fed Penthouse imaginings…

While
expected bedrock truth
eroded with fortune's reversal,
pup tents and comic books,
fish lines and swimming holes
fluttered through moonless dreams,
speaking humorous one-liners sadly…

Reluctantly
I now shed the husks
from premature harvests,
stand naked before shadows dim
as yesterday's candlewicks clock out
with sputter-choked flames,
longing for new beginnings.

Now,
as the tether wanes,
time makes ready
the eyes,
the ears,
for distances of another kind.

Preparation takes hold,
allowing one to see and hear
beyond the fading,
where echoes recharging
invite wisdom's journey to continue.