face of wood

dreaming in a chair

contemplating

the times gone by - exhilarating

entertaining

reaching out with tenderness

scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence

catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions

moving targets and camera shy

the moon is dark and shadowed

the sun keeps ticking by

silence and solitude

no one left to cry

no one left to cry

standing in front a mirror

i draw and pinch my skin

tired eyes portray reality

a face of lines which melt in the world

i am oak

i am oak

i am oak

i am oak