Backed by many volumes of knowledge, sorrow stands tall.
Forlornly banked upon deserted images of yesteryear, tomorrow doesn’t seem to beckon anymore.
Left alone to surmise the testimony of years, light has shone upon hidden ideas.
Through many years of darkness, shadows have noticed all which has gone on before.
Footprints have disappeared beneath the waves on desert shores.
Beset by vacant stares throughout the history of time, silence – like a beacon shining forth – lands upon reflections broken in a mirror.
Too far beyond repair, they have been forgotten.
Leaving behind their relationships strewn like broken glass upon the floor.
Windows cracked and fading, looking on – always as before – lost in broken memories, too tired now to last.