I remember
Your eyes,
Your hollow stare
Of an Empty day
As deaths white horse
In shadows and light
Transforming eclipse
Nothing is real.
Convince me
Touch the past
Alter my face
With squandered breath
And chosen grace
Peer through windows
Stranded awe
Into a world of dangerous intent
Your peace
Each step unseen
Brings me life
Colors my soul
Cleanses my temple
In moments of stillness
Reveals time shape
I remember.
Life From A Park Bench 
Truly an amazing poem, beautiful rhythm and flow, such depth.
The first part of your poem (the hollow stare) was a bit disconcerting…but it ended on an uplifting note.