Me on Voyageur 1972I have changed, and left behind, that bitter serpent’s skin

Translucent cloth that clung so long around my soul

Like gossamer, bounced sparkling rays of light and now cast to one side in the night

Illusions, once so real, now nothing more than memories

Like fallen autumn leaves; abandoned beneath the chestnut trees of my dreams

And there gold-gilded lie tossed silently by gentle winds to idly die

I have changed, but something new is born, inside my soul like seeds of flowers taken root and blossomed to the sun

New buds of life, my heart no longer wants them be true but knows like fallen leaves, that life will start anew