Dust

The aged path Sits before you Slowly turning to dust After millenniums of use You stare ahead blankly Thinking of nothing Your eyes glaze over As the sun shines brightly over the tree tops Leaves stir around you As wind blows through your hair The sky darkens And the light diminishes The old path Falls beneath your feet Like a puzzle The pieces break away From the solid ground And fall into a never-ending abyss You recognize the person in the sky And fly from the imminent doom That awaits you You touch the person’s face As you fly away into the clouds And out of sight