#WritcoPoemPrompt34
I've seen the sun rise in its infancy,
seen it grow old, orange and red,
and dying in the distant sky,
carrying memories in its fold,
while I dreamt of the tomorrows,
but they always left as quick as they came.

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
the hues painted by the setting sun,
are stains of time painted in the sky.

I bought time from the undying stars,
and paid with the wrinkles on my face,
trying to make up for the vanished years,
lost days and uncounted yesterday's,
that turned my heart to stone.

I've been to those foreign lands,
of frozen rivers and dry lakes,
where everyone's looking for someone
to love, but afraid to let them in,
looking for a place to unpack,
weary of the endless journey of life.

© Lundi Ncuthu