WHERE ONCE IN TIME I HELD DOMAIN
Grabbing winds which grasp the face
and churning waters where I float
through landscapes to a world once known
aloof, austere, with swirling mists
which sweep the everlastingness.
Drifting under darkened skies
where barren ridges point towards
the black-clawed trees that punctuate
the winter hedges bared and bent
beneath the weight of frozen snow.
The ebb of watery evening sun
creeps deep between the curtained hills
and falls upon the stone and thatch
as bats from purlieus sail and glide
on winds that sing a silent song.
Here displaced by nature’s march
with lingering thoughts I drift along
unseen, unheard by those who sleep
my failing mind surveying all
where once in time I held domain.