Sail on, with the years now that I see
my ragged discontent diminishing. Sail on,
I decree, for this birthday I will try to
celebrate. Sail on youhfulness, on this
other day. Sail on, between my hands,
photographs of images which are dead.
Sail on. I am not a clock. I do not laugh.
I do not move for a moment. Sail on,
I shall dance on dance club floors,
only with the girl I love the most.
Sail on and sleep with her in a bed
which is not a bed. Sail on with the years
while I watch her face, beautiful she is,
in the morning light. Sail on and know
that she is happy, while blissfully content.
I blink. Sail on, as I watch those years
crawl over my skin.
