WINGS OF TIME

FROM LINES SHUFFLED ON FEET 
TO SLEEP UNDER A SHROUDED SHEET,
THE AIR NO MORE I BREATHE,
THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART DECEASED.

CALL MY NAME SOFTLY OR LOUD
TOUCH MY CLAMMY HANDS 
OR FROZEN BROWS,
NOT EVEN A WHISPER, SHALL GRACE YOUR EAR,
MY SOUL HAS BIDED THE LIGHT 
FAREWELL. 

THANK YOU MOTHER EARTH 
FOR YOUR BOUNTIFUL ART,
YOU HAVE NOURISHED MY LIFE,
FILLING EVERY PART.

BUT FATHER TIME HAS CALLED MY NAME,
AND WHO AM I,
FROM HIS VOICE,
REFRAME.

WILFORD BARKER.