"These, too, will fade..."

    These, too, will fade –

    Colors on yesterday’s rainbow,

    Passing, unimpressive, into

                 Some remote corner

                 To be wholly devoured by time.

    Wishes on some distant shooting star,

                 Quickly burning up

                 Within life’s grander design

    Too soon irrelevant.

    Passions of a first kiss

    Once hot enough to meld souls,

    Since, cooled by battles of pride

    And left to console that first embrace.

    The all-so-important dates –

    Anniversaries, birthdays, milestones;

    Now simple days

    Just like any other.

    And the face –

    Statuesque, once carved of granite and everlasting;

    Now eroding, washing itself away

    In silent tears.

    These, too, will fade.