#60
Age
I remember looking at a woman,
her eyes had sagged in a hollow way;
as if she had just seen someone die.
Her eyes wanted to leave this place
and be alone.
To cry.
The woman's cheeks turned to look at me,
sunken ships on a tired sea;
they wavered in not so uncertain terms
trying to tell me something,
but all oceans mingle with fog.
However a secret was let slip --
uncertainty is by no means a bad end.
Her lips sinking and frowned,
and they creaked into a soft voice.
"My young boy, my young man,
never forget these things.
I've seen the finish of many things;
each a final step. Conclusions, no matter how bare.
And yet.
And yet I see no end in that long sleep."