She will meet you as a night

In a distance she will meet you as the night
with an ash laden body she will cover herself with sheets of death
in the unending constellation of stars will find herself a star of her own
and then will shrink like a memory in your loneliness

She will drown in the never ending time
dont ask me her name
she could have any name
like faces we fail to recognise everyday
in the corner of the road when the story
died in the memory
but before her becoming, as the being of time
she had adorned
the caravan of the fog in the never ending roads
where our paths never converged