Turn

I feel the Turn of life from the flush;

From the bloom... to the frost.

From the hue of roses and hovering halos; energy exploding from our auros - we ourselves are suns!

The aspect of youth - quasars bursting;

The aging wear chalky gray cadaver on their skin -

The cadaverous pale of death pasted on our vacuous air.

When does it pass over so? Stealing over you... stealing…

My skin - an etching - carving my face with folds and canyons,

My graying eyes house secrets and woes,

The fleeing hopes, the darkling dreams;

Time’s betrayal… Time’s betrayal!

A steely, vampiric tooth of time... seeps me as I breath,

Every breath its blood - even... as I utter this.

My lungs fill with dust;

My mind, in its dusking years, dusts memories…

Too old to make new ones

It contrives to revive old ones

To build phantasmagorical imaginations

Overtop bland and hard realities of my existence.

We live...beyond our vigor vein…

We cling...we clutch...we grasp...

A gasp…

Turn…

A fold of life...

unfurled…a wisp!

Forever furled on final...

Turn…