Time countdown

seconds wrapped in a gloom,
dewy marbles rolling down a road
pushed by the biting wind ...

minutes, hollow in an inaudible echo,
looks lost in vain hopes
looking for boat sails on the horizon ...

hours without destiny or fortune,
ignored by fairies, muses and nymphs,
dandelion loose in the breeze ...

days, darkened in perfect storms,
fading the fragrances of forest fruits,
where even the smallest flower blooms ...

lives spent on yellowed sheets of books,
shelves filled with useless dreams,
where the starlight does not even shine anymore ...