When all the world

For the dverse prompt, an eleventh power poem.

When all the world

When all the world is bathed in neon-harsh light,
And no one sees the dance of moon and star shine,
When waves of noise and laughter fill the deep night,
I’ll turn to memories of what was once mine,
Of how the wolves of winter cold would pinch-bite,
Summer bee-buzzed blue in clouds of scented pine,
My springs were scudding clouds, tasting of sea spray.
Nothing can take those memories away.
I’ll fill my house with gulls, white-crested sea swell,
Tree-sway and singing birds, and there I will dwell,
Drawing strength from my ghosts, water from the well.