A Past Unkempt and Fading

It’s just a shadow after all, but

I had the sun, I knew the moon,

I owned a grey wall full of maps,

A hankering to travel. 

I had a star one time, but I cannot recall the color.


Today crashed into me again,

with sweet wind and a sun-swept sidewalk,

stinging my hands like ice,

Sucking me out through a black day-hole,

Shifting into ecstasy.