Timewalker Forever

My friends, in my attempt to explain to you all just how I feel now, I must echo the sentiment that I so ably did express as a four-yearold boy, sitting in silent meditation upon my family's front porch at
Lanark Street. Now, forty-two years ago. My friends, I wish for you all the very best in life. I have nothing more to say.
"FINAL DAY"
At the end of the fi nal day
All is swept forever away
Like the tiny grains of a sandcastle
Before the waves of the sea
-the author
While half of the world lies in peaceful slumber, a solitary writer writes on from the depths of his heart. While a full moon keeps watch over his silent, lonely vigil.
Yours forever,
Timewalker forever