Tired, as the years, dissipate into now.
evaporating into time with a moment spent climbing within;
remembering memories turning outside in.

Movement slowing.
Running seems like heels in heavy snow.
Bending time with the narrowing mind;
youthful thoughts help to go on in –
this field of enveloped corners of concern;
offering insight beyond this boundless lucidity.

Sleep for weeks.
Numbed by reality’s chore.
Is it time yet?
The jaw yawns.

Time for what? You may ask.
Life meeting death!
To shake hands beyond where the mountain stands.

Greeted, as the energy inside exchanges paths;
welcomed by those that ask.

Tired? “I was asked”.
Life! Such a difficult task.
Ready to great death’s hand.

Leave a Reply