As
the years
in our lives
let go, so the
time of the ages
flow, and as our soul in
motion travels with the years
of memories and sorrow's tears,
we will soon rest in the shadows, for
we are like the descending sun; as stars
faintly falling throughout the universe,
echoes gently traced in living verse
of yesterdays in layered tiers;
and the veil falls upon the
hidden mysterious
as we die, and yet
the heavens will
supplant us
with new
birth.


I'm glad you like the poem, and have a great day!!!
Peace, Cyn 
