Everything Ends

The thousands of

miles they came in

a torrent of my sin

is where I’ll begin.

I know a place has

me in calm times.

I reach for warmth

but I find I blind.

You are just skin,

it wrinkles in time.

We were meant to

flourish youth find.

So I’ll not let soul

of mine slip be old.

I want to dance in

a grip not cold.

Youth young life

it stokes the fire

that I sip in coffee

then let day retire.