I'm living in the midday of my life. <br />The textures have all changed, <br />edges blurring from the careless <br />hand of time, a sloppy paintbrush <br />on the angles of my face, my form; <br />the stranger in the mirror <br />does not show the sparkle <br />burning in my spirit, <br />deep inside, untouched, <br />untainted by the waters <br />flowing deep beneath the bridges <br />I have crossed to get to here. <br />The subtle darkness in my hair <br />is overwhelmed by silver, <br />I have been crowned in moonlight <br />where darkest night once ruled; <br />as eyes that rival <br />limpid woodland pools, <br />a smoky peat all shot with gold, <br />are hidden under glass. So changed <br />still yet unchanging. I sit and wonder <br />where have I gone, when did I go away? <br />When did the “snap, pop, crackle” <br />in my joints become a stab of pain? <br />When did my fine young fury <br />become a gentle smile <br />just like those of adults <br />who did not understand? <br />The answer dances just ahead <br />of where I stand today and yet <br />it is not sadness makes me cry <br />it is the times I did not say <br />I love you. I shall no longer <br />waste my hours looking in the corners, <br />at the ground, instead of reaching <br />for the stars that are my birthright; <br />I shall stretch, shall set those joints <br />to creaking, embracing life and love <br />and living in my midday <br />with all my wild young heart.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-in-midday/
