Someone was talking about older relatives,
Nonagenarians. I smiled, it’s your ninetieth birthday
Today. The earth still smells as sweet and cradles
Those plants you loved so well. When it rains
The pond overflows as we splash among the edges
Any excuse to jump right in. I still get lost.
Meaninglessly in time playing games when
I should be working, waking to find there
Is so much I still have left to do, places
To visit, may be you were right and I
Will be born again and again till I get it right.
The voids of the skies still call to my soul,
The moon whistling a new tune that I often
Drown in noise and insignificant things.
Fires burn and die out, a cigarette is lit
To be stubbed out, no more, I keep saying
My voice an empty shout in space, yet another
Promise I am struggling to keep. Time
Passes, days bleed into years, nine
Are the universal elements that hold
Our worlds together, I have to push on
Smiling at all the right places till
The ether. The stillness where you wait,
Where birthdays are meaningless, decades
Lost in the emptiness, where the clutter in my mind
Falls away to clarity and the sound of your voice.
Only the sound of your voice
In the midst of nothingness and void.
Where there is no darkness or light or life
As we know it. Only a celebration that has no end.