The Fountain of Old Age

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin.

Somewhere my youth goes on

Another dimension

Or inside me now

As I go on

And I do

Those days when I was indestructible

When my dreams and future were indistinguishable 

Then

That was but maybe is

And I am still

The fountain of old age

But the search is never ending

But somewhere my youth persists

Still so sure of itself

Still fumbling, stumbling, shambling

But still my own

Me

Mine 

And I’ll reclaim it again

There there behind that dream

Next to that idea

Just to the right of that emotion

Somewhere my youth goes on

I love it