Heeding Pavements

Heed the gray pavements of your childhood,
no one knows how you grow old.
You fade w/ backdrops of limelight in silver,
yet you love to love old cobblestones.

In your dreary night of longing,
you wonder where time stood where.
From silky black hair, you white.
Where else does love go?

You are what you became to be.
Lost somewhere in time for time.
Lost but strong, holding on.
Where are the moon and stars?

These are you slide shows of life.
You lived, you loved, you are.
Amidst the gray pavements of your childhood,
You fade into gray ashes of memories.