I often ponder the thought of living forever
Immortal
The weary heart chronicler
                    Of one last cold December

Death does nary escape my mind
Yet who is the keeper
What specter
                     keeps its watchful eye on time

Stuck in a daydream
Yet I see life written
So clearly across the sky
             What fate awaits eternal eyes

Whose lips
             Shall be my last kiss goodbye

Would I be stricken lonely
To witness life’s flourishes
As they slowly
             Recede below me