Old
Old faces remind me of a darker time.
But the thunder and lightning are cleared away by rain and sun
and the wind returns to refresh like an icy drink of water.
When the darkness falls, mind reels as if in fast-forward
swimming with thoughts and worries.
Where is sleep?
Hiding in the inky clouds beyond reach.
Stars twinkle somewhere beyond sight.
Textured white haze on the wall, a photo, a memory.
A time long gone, treasured, best forgotten.
Who is that in the mirror?
Surely not me.
I don't remember growing so old.
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