During the cold front of uncertainty

A body in chains
a shackled mind
where old eyes
harbour no tears.
In the Iron Age
memories forged
knights of youth jostle
over fair maidens supremacy.
At the Centurion salvage
battered metals
once shielded brave hearts
now cupid’s arrow lies rusty
the Spartans, glorious in defeat
live longer where history speaks.
The queen and the soldier
have long passed
dance in shadows -
the church bell rings,
no one answers.
In the call of the wild
dreams scatter
the winds of change arrive.
There in the rocking chair during autumn
moments remembered are falling
through the sands of time.
I catch a breath of spring.