I can feel my light

fading softly,

the brightness of youth

dims to the gentle glow

of old age.

Is life measured in years

or is it better to count the expansion of the heart?

Oh, how the heart rides the waves of love!

Turmoil gives way to peace,

doubt blossoms into faith.

Aging rises slowly,

inevitably,

while youth walks away 

at a fast pace.

The old ones smile,

knowing,

life is like a feather

on an open hand,

ever the more precious

as the wind carries it away.