Since We Parted

Wind sweeps the clouds leaving scorching rays. The sun blazes, hides his face; the star winks away his age. But the moon, in regal float, bares her bumps and crags, unruffled by sun's piercing glare. Over half a century since we met; over four decades when we parted, the wind of joy and frown has grated on faces—our once youthful asset— furrowed contours on the once plane land. I never thought time trailed us all through till I squinted at a face, your post on Facebook. With dimming eyes, I searched for traces of green years, found lines and graceful gray. How I wish time revealed his stake in my youth! I would have fought, be a diamond through to dusk, a setting sun at the border beaming golden rays. My shock! Time etched first line the day I was born and threw my life in entropic flux. Then death! Oh, it works behind the scene—bold, assaulting— connives with time, wears down what's dear in me. Time! Oh time! A friend or foe! © 2016 By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi