Sunset of Years

by timothy steparnen

When I had fallen from the sky, I forgot how to live forever. The icy sobs of a comet, Its dreams of sunbeam kisses, They could no longer reach me here. My race was almost run. I could not stay in this world for much longer. Too many flowers of discord bloomed From disparate fantasies that mimicked The sun’s magenta afterglow. As the wind scattered their petals away, Far away into lost shadows, I walked beside of a melodious ghost. I remembered my vague memories, And requiems for anachronistic dinosaurs. The voices echoed in spectral valleys. I forgot how to care about good and evil. Yet, as I faded into the enchanted abyss, The love for a blue star would be all that is left behind In the sunset of my years.