A poem for myself

Write something of note
Is it time?
The timekeepers face
had been hiding
In stream or woods
or oceans deep,
Or only glimpsed in dreams
now it is time
or so it seems
to say what I wanted to
about me
about you,
But time has its way
I find
today nothing to say
except to feel
that hollow sadness
deepened in time,
in my passing no shadow
was cast
nothing will truly last.

Chris