Wind sweeps me along like the dry old leaves of yesteryear dry and brittle imprinted forever with the memory of long languid summer faded now to dark browns far afield from the lively green that was youth ever-growing never-ending ever alive with all that I could do but never did dark sounds the bell that tolls a dark song that only whispers sing I am swept up into a stone-wrought doorway and I nestle my sleepy head into its comfortable corner sleep comes soon restful wakefulness that is the edge of dreams sleep comes nearer and away, away with all the discomforts of life watch them fall away like a veil of tears away, away goes I into the sleep of ages a new leaf born into the next world