Tissues of Silver

Wind howls and the sun sinks, The light dies and the shadows lie, Evening fades into twilight, And I sit. The window, an eye to the world, All green, and now is black, And the lack of breath, It fills me. And in my words, I am silent. I do not hear you. You are not in my dreams. You do not exist. You are far from here. And here is nothing But a figment Of my dying memories. It plays softly on me As I forget And into the distance I fall. Wind howls and branches bare, Silhouettes dancing slowly, I curl up and I make believe.