Rocking By Decree

Have faced the final curtain, the passing through of change, A crossing of the mountain on pathways, oh, so strange, No more visions are moving over the clouded stage, Words no longer do remain upon the crumbled page. This chair becomes the pleasure, the throne of last resort, Where futures wait silently for tomorrow’s report. Sometimes the weight seems lifted, sometimes it’s not to be, Through all the chained up mem’ries souls cry out to be free. The fountain has stopped running, the rose been starved of drink, Sands of time roll down the hill taking one to the brink. Then thunder meets the sunrise and neither knows what’s meant By the sounds of aftermath that echo through lament. Suddenly the yesterdays have melded with the blind, The times of life once gone by disappear far behind. The rocking chair’s still moving, the eyes still come to see All that has e’er gone before has somehow set one free.