"Rustic Pages"

"Rustic Pages" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke

My livers failing
My minds abseiling
Through the past

With a jaundice sky
memories fade and die
They were never meant to last

Centuries of old
Stories forever told
Scribbled in rustic pages

Sunshine burns my skin
My patience wafer thin
My blood boils it rages

in this emerald dawn
I exit where I'm born
I enter a new land

Where some fear to tread
Inside a poets head
and through the pen in his hand

I awake a new man
a man with knowledge
but a child in understanding

I am aware my body is dieing
but my mind lives on.

Through crystal waterfalls
and fields of psychedelic flowers
each represents lost moments
and treasured memory's.

I stumble, then walk
through this land
of rich majestic lush

A land of my own creation
created by wise old mage's
and rustic pages.

The sky follows my every move,
a companion in these final days
its bright neon sun, bathes me
with sunny rays.

I come across a wishing well
its surface creates ever decreasing circles
it has a calming effect
before it shows me what must be shown.

My body dies a peaceful death
and yet i remain in this wondrous land

My mind free to roam, free to wonder
through golden fields
and the eye's of the be-yonder.

I die a wise and happy man
only to be reborn as a child
filled with joy, free of sorrow.

...I can be again!!