I am so old I was never young.
\nYouth was an island lasting a summer.
\nChildhood was a band
\nwith cymbals and loud horns,
\nbirds chirping like gypsy bracelets.
\nAge is a tower of white stones.
\nA tower at the water\u2019s edge
\nby an ocean without ships,
\nby a shore never walked upon,
\nin light with two rainbows,
\nand that is where I am.<\/p>\n
There is a path to its door.
\nIt is invisible.
\nIt is felt by the feet,
\nseen by the heart.
\nThere are songs of silence
\ncoming from the sea.
\nThey are not for the ears,
\nbut for the blood.
\nThey thunder with silence,
\nwhere silence is the greatest thunder.<\/p>\n
To be 65 is a gnat\u2019s existence,
\na mayfly\u2019s morning.
\nThe time allotted to pale men,
\nto books of a page.
\nTo live one great moment,
\nto see one great distance,
\nto reach past the furthest bottom
\nis eternity,
\nis a life.
\nTo live on the edge and say,
\nI am ready to go on,
\nI have lived a miracle,
\nI believe the message of the sea,
\nwhere the tower stands for a moment,
\nonly for a wave to wash it away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am so old I was never young. Youth was an island lasting a summer. Childhood was a band with cymbals and loud horns, birds…<\/p>\n