Growing Old

We were leaves that clung to a single tree.
Autumn came with her fiery orange and amber
To take each one separate ways with the wind.
No memories of the fellows that grew *together*,
And no isolated events remain in the mind.
Only an isolated thought of times Happy.

Anti-Gravity

In a daze
Right leg hanging
Above land
Thousands of feet away


A piece of rock
Left the top with the message
Of my arrival
Can't hear the delivery report
Splash.


Listless
Looking glass-eyed
Into the distance ahead
Blank in the head
One step
Away from the abyss


The left leg parts
From Earth
To kiss her again
Ere the final adieu


Started walking
Knowingly
Can't change the course
Anymore


A free fall.
No one controls again
But Gravity...

Oh! the exhilaration!
One last time
When the speedy wind
Tears at my skin
My eyes can't be forced open
To look down


She won't let go of me
Her grip strengthens
As I come lower

Release the trap.
Easing my fall
As the air fills into the flaps
The chute opens
And I float
Towards the abyss
That held my End.