Veil of Youth

Oh wisdom... Thou hast dressed me with the wrinkled cloak of time, and rewardeth me a silver crown. As if a mirror, mine eyes reflect the salty river that floweth from mine heart...

As sudden as the night becometh day, time runs faster day by day. The veil of youth stolen by one thief unknown. The speed, the life, the bounce, where have they all gone?

Behind the stars that sparkled once
lie sleeping memories of times past. A universe hidden in the mind...
misunderstood, ignored, and finally left behind.

Unveiled and naked here I stand
a new facade for all to grasp.
Rhytides, creases, marking time...
The sign that god directs all life
in the direction of paradise.

All, humble servants we become,
regardless of the origins of home.
Wisdom arrives with silent might
seen during winter’s bitter cold night.

The weary structure, flesh and bones,
erstwhile a castle made of stone;
stronghold to many, refuge to all,
abandoned ruin now sits alone.

Awaiting the last wind to blow.
One raindrop more to knock the stone
that marketh existence.. castellum no more...
The veil of youth, illusion of our own.