And here I come

And here I come,
Graying every touch of mine;
The blooming rosebud withers
And the perching sparrow on the twisted twig
Drops to join the brown below.
Serenity prevails
Ceasing every action;
The wind, the bickering, the passing of the hands
The melting lava beneath solidifies
As my feet treads the surface.

Here,
I lift my veil
And mark whom I should carry next.
Is it a desperate lover
Or the young mother who just
gave birth to a fair daughter?
I have grown tired of the wrinkled
Who can't keep up my pace.

No,
I won't take the ones
Who seek for I
But rather the ones
Who yield to defy and escape me
Rest my interest.

No,
I am not a terror
I don't bring despair
Yet only balance.

I can't be here long.
I know no respite nor do I procrastinate
When I am to, I take whom I seek
And leave for my next visit.