The kiss of sea salt leaves
rouge the face of age

Youth drowns in the vacant eyes of the old man
as the flood gates release the sorrow of lost glory days

Each breath rises heavy in the memories of the one who is calling from the cemetery trying to raise dead dreams

When did the rust turn steel into crumbling dust that is now collected by the winds of time

Only the lost look of youth remains in the glazed eyes and the steely rust of time eroded by the winds