so old now

time passes like meteor showers…

insipid pinpricks of light in the darkness…

what must be hours in fact is months…

and days are years now…

truth is born in fading light…

autumn is the mater of us all…

pointless endevers for possessions…

bits of string and immortality…

what good is done, is lost in light…

and darkness offers nothing…

how do we shine with faded light…

and endings all around us?

smile and know i meant nothing..

without you by my side…