All Things Will Pass

" Time is the thief you can not banish " Phyllis McGinley, writer 1905-1978 In the silence found in a burning sunset, I count the years which have passed filled with wondrous wonders that endlessly reveal themselves like trembling birds hidden in the gray ashes of my mind's burnt fires from yesterdays In the evening's calm, they begin to glide with shaded wings, floating on a fleeting horizon of tender memories above a mind's meadows filled with shadowed images moving away leaving imprints of fallen grass which grow ever distant Like a kite tethered to my passing years they dance on memory's winds twisting and turning while pulling away to become a distant star of light remembered found in the darkness of spent wishes and dreams It's where a mirror slowly spins between the shadows covered in every tear that has fallen in search of life's laughter now wrapped around the gray wrinkled skin of my flesh woven into a coat worn by my soul Alone, remembering yesterdays, I watch the sunset before my darkness falls to bring silent eternal sleep I wonder if every memory was real or imagined Knowing everything dies I whisper the words " My God Life was Beautiful " 11/7/20 contest Writing-Challenge...Quote Inspired sponsored by Constance La France