In eternity, the old man's gaze is emptied of memory

In eternity, the old man's gaze is emptied of memory, Behind the colorless window of time, The twilight flows, weightless.
The curtain trembles— Shaken by the planet's ferocious wind, Shadow and light dance within the darkness.
The silence of termites whispers— Even the hearth was only a memory.
The swamp of seconds boils, Colors fade from memory, And a yellow smirk asks:
Was this all?