The passage of unseeing time has brought me to the place I knew was my inevitable destination. I am no longer able to see well enough to continue, and am therefore closing down Verse-afire with this, my last post, my favorite verse, or poem, as you will. You may decide for yourself which it is. The Passage Of The Dreams is autobiographical in a sense, the story, in verse, of a ten year old boy gazing skyward into a darkness ablaze with the brilliance of a billion stars. The blog was begun in May of 2009 and ends in October 2018. I thank all of my readers, and will always be appreciative of the comments. And so it is time to say goodbye. Or as we used to say in the neighborhood when we were kids, Ave atque vale.

Time is an illusion. Life is a cyclical event that begins and ends with youth.

THE PASSAGE OF THE DREAMS

The grass is cool on moon-dark summer nights
The backyard tree is black against the sky
The house asleep with but a few dim lights
And thoughts and dreams turn back to days gone by
To younger days when stars were still in reach
And star-filled dreams were easy to believe
The ten year old has much that he could teach
His older self if truth he’d but receive
The distant stars are near if you but find
The ten year old who once was lonely you
For travel to the stars takes but the mind
To take you there if you were only you
For time is but the passage of the dreams
The stars lent to that ten year old back then
That drifted with you down life’s winding streams
And now at age you dream of stars again