An Age Without Time

Here I stand, a month from when I'l see again
A time from when my heart beats
An age from when it knows

A mockingbird it greets, it's hearers humble whistle
Its feathers' golden warmth
The rooster's timely crow

With Annes fashioning, albeit thomas's words
The soap box is broken 
The tie undone

The sliding of metal, when was it sheathed?
A quick uppercut
The grace has been made free

22/4/13