The Winter of Your Years

The fields lay wasted 'neath the failing moon,
The tides of spring have washed away.
The day is coldest at the hour of noon,
For winter has come to stay.

Snow drifts with life's greying sand,
Ages of wisdom fade by day
In the grip of Time's icier hand
"Farewell" grievers learn to say.

Will you--will you sing to me
As quick fades summer's memory?
Will you--will you carry me
As nigh draws the crutch of eternity?
Will you--will you read to me
As the void's breath falls here silently?

Swelling is my slumber in the blush of sunset,
The traces of an autumn I now forget.
I go now to that Twilight's glimmering coast
In the name of none by my Holy Ghost.