A Misty Curtain

Lines tracing backwards into time, flying past old memories laid out upon their graves, silently whispering to all who pass by to remember them in days gone by. Settling down amidst the debri of all that's past, life becomes a misty curtain lying on the rocky ocean bottom. Floating here and there as if having no connections any- where, becoming a part of the horizon and never looking back to shore. Drifting forever in a land that time forgot, never knowing anything, but what you've wrought. Life lying dismally, sinks to the ocean's floor and rises nevermore to meet the rising sun of tomorrow yet to come.