A THOUSAND STONES

Desperate sleep comes for me, propels me downward and away.  
         
Behind, time spills over a thousand stones of grief, freeing memories locked securely against sunlit skies.                                        
While night evolves, the past lives again. Whirling days, spinning nights. Inevitable.
                                                            
Our beckoning future collapsed, sprawling at our feet.
          
We reached too far beyond yesterday's dreams. No tomorrows, or even todays for us now.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
Yet here are no tears of remorse for youth toppled. Time eroded the very bedrock of our entangled souls.                                                     

We stumbled, each alone, toward a collision of hearts, impact irreversible.            
All care, discarded in a single act of ruin.   

Sorrow spills across shards of laughter. 
Light dwindles, abandons a last day's forgotten missteps. Drowsiness blurs my sight, darkness obscures my vision.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                               
Where is everyone? Have we become stars from whence we’ve come?
Or are we just dust?