The days

Spent embracing the unknown skies

With a curious, youthful, confident gaze

Expecting more, ever more

From nature

And the unseen

Are long gone

 

The times now

Are not propitious for clear sight

The teary eyes struggle

Through the crowding haze

The expanse of the horizon narrows

The light dims

 

The other weakened senses take over

Frail

Feeling the way forward

Precariously

 

The night is here

And with it the long, final veil

 

There is nothing left to see

But a man standing in a field of memories

Head bowed

Staring intensely at the ground