Breathe slowly
think softly
stand gently on the quiet shores.

Wide is the morning
mysterious and unrevealed
awaiting you
and me.

Sojourn summers
a progression
cathedral of life
rising high
above my lands.

And yet, the worlds
are splendid
even if
I can't remember
here and now -

They rise
around me
an enfoldment
of the ages
of my time
has come
to stay.

I am not sad,
am never that,
I am old
and wonderful
always here,
always.