Fallen

'It's also because I'm getting old', you said, 

but so is the Universe! 

while also readying itself

for re-birth! 

Intrestingly we are made of 

both sort of things, 

those that perish way too soon, 

and those that just don't! 

And our hearts are palimpsests, 

stories upon stories 

written on them, 

only to be written upon later! 

And so while the stories of

all the dark places 

we've been to, 

were being chiseled

upon our hearts, 

there were stories 

waiting to get written over and upon! 

And in that sense, 

there's no getting old really, 

or dying, 

If only we're ready for the chisel, I guess! 

And if you don't believe me, 

look at how the fallen leaves 

dance to the breeze 

on a windy autumn day! 

Do they even realize they are fallen! 

I guess not! 

I guess, they just know what they know! 

And so we have what we have, 

and like the fallen leaves, 

that never 

ever once fail to quiver 

at every slight hint of the breeze, 

our hearts shall always 

quiver at the thought of love, 

even in the autumn of our youth, 

even in the winter of our being!

October the 6th, 2023