and through a brisk afternoon full of sunlight,
purposefully my feet carried me directionless
ever away from the monument of youth,
glowing symbol of those spaces that are lost now
or to the fog of forgetfullness.
I have no will,
against the torrent
even as my steps can carry me only onward and forward
down towards that end of all things,
that yawning chasm from whence nothing can return
and the little smiles and tears shall vanish forever
as all that I am vanishes forever
as brief echoes rebound a final pass
fading finally unto silence.
It is a bittersweet thing,
living and loving,
knowing and knowing that knowledge will cease
and that shining eyes and innocence are such fleeting vapors,
I cannot hold them,
and I weep as I see them broken away on the winds of time.
It crushes me,
the weight of this emptiness.
There is only alone at the end of all things,
and it is made so much more tragic in the light of these things that shall pass,
why does it all have to come with such a price?
It is deep and unfathomable.
I do so love,
and I will cherish these shining eyes and guard this precious knowledge
though it costs me a lifetime of lament,
and never will I let it go,
until these thoughts
and this love itself
are taken into that final void.