it wasn't glowing as it used to
it wasn't shining as a new shoe
the soles are tampered with wrinkled dirt
the white is now covered with gray dots decked with filth
the sun had risen so many times before
that now you have to wait longer for its shine
the light is now flickering as it dimmed
as the porcelain vase could no longer be seen
aged numbers sketched in a tree of life
adorned with painted colors that are peeling off its bark
falling as the wind carried it to the ground
to rest and to be buried for eternity of time
like love so fresh and full of hope at first
like rain that is refreshing and radiant
as it drops and falls into your skin
now love had faded, blown by the wind of change
aged numbers, piled with calendars of memories
stored and etched in cyberspace for many years
an open book written as footprints of one life
one speck of sand, one aged number under the sun
to be blown away
in a wind gust
to be tossed away
as the wind howls...
