Time played tricks on my body

Time played tricks on my body
And my face fell
I say, my face fell
My eyes fell, my cheeks, my forehead, my lips

Time turned into a mask
The most treasured of my possessions
I say, the years pushed my face in to the depth of an abyss
And my face fell, down, down, down
Then the years played to catch it with the net of time
The marks of this net are now engraved in my face

So, my face fell, the face I remember
It's not a memory the fantasy
That gets over past events
Like talking about a face that’s not mine

My skin dried, it shed away its firmness
It dissected in scales, like a mythical fish
That forgot to swim and nested instead on a rugged stone
And became salt and dry earth, root and rock
And tears, and something uncertain beating on my chest

My skin cracked
Somewhere, an hourglass fell down and shattered
The beauty it was made off

All gone, forever, all gone
All gone I say, whether I listen or not
The sound of kisses; breakers whacking the rocks
The wind and its enraged roaring
The fragrance of love and flowers
And your voice urging me to subdue you

My soul quit following your footsteps in the sand
Aye, labyrinths populated my face
And I challenge you to look for two stars in this maze

In its wholeness my being fell, in all
My manly arrogance fell
I, once upon a time an arrogant young man
My body fell, my bones as well, my muscles too

Old whims are also gone
The weight of my soul crushing new ones
My wholesome being fell, slowly
Like picking up grapes from a bunch
My skin fell on the sand in a windy day
I tried to rescue myself, but it was late already

My entire being, lost
Aye! You and I are dust
And what is left of all of that?
Just watery fading memories
In the labyrinths of my skin

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Sal Godoij

Sal is a Canadian writer, philosopher, poet, and indie publisher, author of a thought-provoking narrative that contains mystical messages. Sal believes in miracles, which he claims have accentuated his life, so many of his stories reflect these portents. Sal sustains that we all have a message to divulge in this life. Thus, he encourages us to make our voice heard, firstly in our inner self, then on to our neighbours, and henceforward into the universe.

https://www.salgodoij.com
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