Odes, Ending Of An Age

In this the newfound pleasure that I share writing odes to sun, sea and wind; dark midnight bares where stars in their black ocean swim with steady faithful eye they brightly stare upon me their guest. My heavenly host with beauteous face they fast approach and give their light to me regardless of my caste or place. Constellations bestow hope’s eternal glow influences that remain quilted patterns sown on endless breeze shaped according to their name, twelve signs embrace the sea newly risen for each human birth, I, a small shadow watch their show, revolve round those who live to warm the frigid earth. Daylight’s dawn displays passing of the sun within her fingers, rays point hours of the day; my life is measured by her fiery tears her revolutions age me with short years, my choices I become; free me now from all my stifling fears remind me of the battles I have won relive the youthful passions of the young rejoice in me unburdening my cares. Can newfound thoughts redeem what ails me with the true mind of alchemy? If life is but a dream what clever newness to each scene that sets the stage the curtain raised, the curtain falls the ending of an age?