I looked up and saw a cloud of grey;
the years rained down
pooling at my feet.
I looked down and saw sandy puddles
mingling and settling;
growing past my shadow.
I looked left to find a gaping cave
swallowing all the water
into blackest holes.
Then i looked right to a flower
a gentle wither on its tips;
holding its breath.
The veil was torn and I must
look beyond the winds
beyond the hour; past my hours.