© Jaimey Perham 06/01/2012

When there is no creator, he arrives incognito

A flash in the night flying high, and sailing low

What once was absent, a cardboard box with a bow

Completing the puzzle, and leaves quick with the flow

They call him the silent starter because without him no start

Before there was nothing, and now there is heart

Completing the circle so it does not crumble apart

The glue in the arm chair, changing the landscape to art

Without him on the battlefield the soldier has no smoke

Riding down the freeway the custom motorcycle has no spoke

A dove in the sky among ravens a carriage in London in cloak

A knife in the kitchen, a summer cottage in the country with city folk

From generation to generation the legend passed down the book

A time machine in the making, on the ship the captain’s hook

Challenged by enemies who wanted to turn the clock a nook

But the silent starter kept pushing, a reliable steady cook

Others will copy, and that is fine with the matrix in the machine

The ending is not written, the story not seen

Learn from his actions, and make your own engine steam

We all have to thank the silent starter who continues to gleam