Cataracts are stars dying from age
Far-flung in misty skies
Circling around in reefs of solitude
And quiet from the silent echo
And it is the quiet, quiet, silent nothing
To have words dissipate like a thin breeze
Feelings to burn numb, curling for warmth
Float on winged light to peer through the veil
To be left alone and beg forgiveness
From withering beasts that drink from the well
Tears, carved from heart’s stone
Useless payment to the debt collector
To exchange diamonds like cards
Shifted into shades of red and black
Stand-ins for what once stood in
Ice rivers collecting tolls of gold
Age is forever the same in death
For it distinguishes not
From wilted roses culling the edge of winter
Or the daisy blushed with spring
We are all called back
To disappear behind the curtains of life
To bow beneath waves of consciousness,
Answering to the far beyond
To pay the toll for life’s bitter-sweet
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