Leg pushing through air
extended, pulling
mid-mass forward
counting in time, the rhythm.
Know-how sprung from experience
Music playing in unison,
racing still with reflection.
Outside,
forlorn thoughts
whispered through branches,
halting for the seasons change.
Stars fell
lost
forever.
Never to be counted again.
Traveling down the road
without
the bondage of youth.
Knowing
the authors of time
shared that which only age
could give.
Letting go
of the view in the mirror.
Dreams.