IAN BELLARD

From Within Lines Framed By Grey

 

From within lines framed by grey

the same blue, un-dulled, looks out

on lithe youth, as ever did,

but receives now kindly smiles,

not matched desire,

from ones who see limbs moving stiffly

and not the inner beating

seeking another’s rhythm to match,

or the desire inspired each bright dawn

which hopes a glance might see within

and recognise the aged façade,

like any garment worn by experience’s weathering,

is nothing more than what awaits them

when their still unquiet desire

will look from within lines framed by grey.