Age Relativity

upon my steep forest paths
ripe in wrinkled facades
and thinning grey tresses
time inexorably speeds up
relative to my rising age
meager morsels of hope
escape from their reality
in wide rivers of yesterday
to contract my tomorrows
years counted and qualified
become vaporous schemes
sinking in cathedral canyons
of narrow rocky turbulence
flowing beyond my reach
as waning remembrances
like a lost dream of night
drifting on rolling waves
of shrill ephemeral echoes
pinging against a black moon
of vanished opportunity
and by the time I catch up
I will inescapably pass on
to a glorious—greener realm
where earthly dusts of time
will have outlived their short
and meaningless purpose