"Time"

I've read a poem
I've heard a song
I've seen fading crystals
across the moon..

Wrapped in old
tattered yellow pages
are the words written
and song unsung..

Kept for ages
in a box of darkened oak
are the memories long gone
promises undone..

Pressed for eternity
are the withered petals
bloomed once in beauty
one summer morn..

tucked tightly
in my heaving chest
are the images of yesteryear
i dread to forget..

each tick of the hands of time
each dusk and shine
small tight grip of life
drifting me away...