In a cloudless sky, the rain still falls,
landing on a rain-soaked bow revitalizing skin of turgor.
In a moonless night the light still shines
on a trailing path that leads me to find,
my last time, my last post, but the first of one on mind.
Making plans and wishing,
sewing up salted wounds with dissolvable stitches.
For evolution to occur seemingly one must evolve,
to dusting of knees and waking again and again the year marches on.
To beats of worn souls replaced,
as the clock chimes twelve,
my heart renews pace,
and the timbre of man advances on.
© N.N.Williams 2011