The Passing of Days

"it escapes, irretrievable time"

The Passing of Days

Upon the wings of time,

in a bright sky I began;

flowing like the breeze

across the green fields

of Heaven until, breathless,

I could run no more.

But I ran again, my stamina,

my fortitude and my tenacity

dressed me in beggars rags

as I slipped beneath the surface

of the dreams I thrice renounced.

My knees crumbled like

long forgotten cake, stale and dry,

so I planted myself within the seeds

of sorrows darkest hour

where bitter tastes crossed

my purple lips and deadly poisons

seeped into my weeping, bleeding heart.

And there I stood, naked

and alone, awaiting the pains

of triumphs bloated loss.

The greying of my beard,

complemented by my deathly pallor,

the only sign of life yet to live.

Now I stare in that ice cold mirror

and in the coke black glass

see only a reflection of the ghost

I am become.

 

27/10/14

Author's Note