Bring fire-flies to the wedding feast
Cast your spell on the rough-coat beast
In the quiet where the crickets sing
One word changes everything.
Let bluebirds climb the rose-red sky
Bring your best, now, don't be shy
In the quiet where the serpent sleeps
Worship love on bended knees
All you believed was first comes last
All you thought the present is past
In the quiet where you thought to end
The burning sun once more ascends.
Brian Purdy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-at-sixty/
