Invisible

I sense her disappearing - my younger, siren self.
She's merging into shadows, on an antiquated shelf.
She's disappearing, fading, she's been camouflaged in grey -
fatigue that drags, despondent, like a wilted winter day.
That youthful incandescence slowly waning, starlight dim,
There'll be no gauntlet challenge where she teeters on life's rim.
She'll vanish into wrinkles carved to channel grieving tears
of rueful loss; all entities decay with passing years.
I sense her disappearing with every silver strand;
Invisible, enshrouded in an overlay too bland.

Diz

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