Sated Birds

we're born-we live in youthful perfumed arrogance- through folly we hopefully gain wisdom we engage- we retreat- we age that's the nature of things the parties and gatherings shrinking becoming few-far between.. time grasps the coattail of speed weddings-worry-wakes we're happy-we grieve in between friends come and go- misunderstandings falling outs and fade away(s) days sprint by night the same children and loves drift away like mad stars in the night suddenly we're thrust into... old age Where all blessings and storms coalesce then come to pass just two battered birds remain atop a cold mountain stone- sated in storms of silence For them the end is not frightening they've lived it all hand to wrinkled hand merging hearts with faith as time becomes mind mind becomes time eternity entwined within their stardust they'll find all equations revealed God is a spiral of time a constant in the speed of their light and always will be-