Growing Old

will I lose myself
    become an empty shell
    shrivelled and dry
    with nothing left of me
a desiccated husk
    a wisp floating on the wind
this life, this vibrancy
    fading away to dust
sparkles fizzling out
    like dud fireworks
as this ache
    takes all that I am
my colours fading
    bones growing
    ever more weary
skin marked
    with faded memories
    of smiles and laughter
eyes lost
    in times remembered
    seeing nothing of now
as life
drains slowly away

 
 
 
Sorry this is a tad depressing … just the way my mind is wandering today … perhaps I’ll write something a little more cheerful after a good night’s sleep 🙂

serendipity

time stumbles
over this
stirring-pot
and trips up
on our
transformation
from two to one
from you and I to us
ripples eddy forth
as we forge
our lives together
all at once brand new
yet here since bygone times
as old as this landscape
sprinkled with sheep
but fresh and lively
as the first winter lambs
time is pushed back
by our paradox
we exist in a bubble
of days of boundless hours
able to speculate
on the serendipity
of the discovery
of these missing parts
which make us whole