time machine

Time Machine Sat on a tree trunk Looked at my muddy boots Incredible day An electric shock of happiness My gist is sharp as before I see the splendour Fine rain is as cooling silk I will not leave now But if the stop-clock tells time Not regret a life well lived Sail-ship’s tarpaulin Voyaging the blue expanse Timeless legionnaires Sand dune coloured castles And the last shot has been fired