poem for darth vader

a little boy,
angry, afraid

a frightened little boy
with the strength of a man,
and the passion

this boy cannot grow old,
or only all at once, in a moment
the boy dies
and the man is startled into existence,
spiteful and sad,
immortal but with nothing to live for

and always so lonely,
longing for lost love,
a mother, a wife,
a son

no question

this time i know
the moon whispered me secrets
in the meantime
watch the trees
burn orange and die
they will be born again green
just as you've forgotten about them
a memory a dream
and nothing will stay the same
good and bad will grow
and change and pass away
until everything ends
and everything begins again