Passing

The hoary frost of old age Lays upon my head like a Quiet Stone Its heaviness crumbles While I sleep Little pieces of my Life, drifting away into waves of Salty Dreams The Air I breathe Lifts the skies from the Horizons Holds them Still The puddles undulating down the Mountainsides My arms wrapped Around the Sun Eclipsed Moon at Midnight Staring deeply into a Black Universe that ends along the Silver Edges of an Eternal Night