Dying Days Poem by Adrian Antique

Have seen a lot of dying days -
When candles in the dark
Suddenly flicker and turn to stone …
When colorful spaces become empty rooms
And I have never felt so cold and alone.

And now, I feel them creeping on my floor
Like thieves in the night -
Quiet and calculating, yet noisy as a fight …
I had set them aside, many times before …
Kept them in my closed pocket so unmoving and tight
So, they won't slip out and scramble from my sight.

Swift, unbreakable moments I greatly fear
When sparkles I thought I have lost are suddenly here …
To make me remember that a million breath is really nothing -
If that hole in the sand remained hollow,
If my heart had not grown flowers from its wellspring,
If I had not filled my age with heaven's tomorrow.

Be with me then, hold my hand in your embrace
As I walk these fast, few steps towards the end …
The time shall be tiring and short, like the end of a long race
As I strain to hear that calling voice just around the bend -
I hope to see those smiling faces in my lasting dreams
While you're all close to me and moonlight finally twinkles and dims.