Play It Again, Sam *A Metaphysical Fugue*

Transit Lounge

The youthful twinkle,
     through rheumy eyes,
belies the worn body
transporting vibrant spirit
     through dwindling days
          of      
                      this       
                                     long       
                                                   journey.

This same spirit broke hearts,
and caused her young men
     hot and fevered dreams.
She had walked with pride,
and the secure knowledge
     of who she was,
          and of the power within her.

Memories of birth, death,
tragedy and joy,
     were behind her now,
and her eyes reflected
the person she once was, and,
               to her,
                        would 
                                   always 
                                              be.