Fractured Paradox

I am an old soul in the summer of my youth
Enjoying the sweet wine of juvenescence
Yet I hear the taunting whispers of death
I am the wintergreen pine tree that towers above all
But the sun. Yet my soul drifts, forlorn, like a brittle
Autumn leaf in the subtle winter winds.
My wings have taken me to the uncharted,
to worlds unknown across these star plagued skies
Yet I exist nowhere, I breathe in a timeless realm of
Nothingness, living a dark non-existence.
All the greatest glories of my youth’s desires I have attained
Yet happiness eludes my grasp, in its stead each of my palms
Hold despair and dismay.
I have sucked the bitterly seductive nectar from
Love’s golden chalice, it’s yearning taste has infatuated me
Yet love’s tight grasp, I believe, has held me only in
My dreams like sunkissed fairy tales fallen from
A moonlit slumber.
Such is my life; an ocean you may fly through
I starry sky you may swim within
A stunningly fractured paradox