if only

as I walk under this pale blue sky
with the tears of the dead falling over me
I wonder, can I be the mist
the fog, left behind after a tear has dropped
or am I?
I could be the dampness on your skin
the cold your sinking in
will you loves something this cold?
if it could stop you from growing old?
what is age?
its surly not the product of time
time was created by only what we can see

just the mist left behind
if only we could be as noticeable