I suppose I have to point out that I wrote this long before the Twilight Zone books – so the connotations may have altered. I have no intention of becoming a vampire in my old age.
When my senses and my strength have gone
My mind may wander in a twilight zone;
But do not think that I am there alone,
Where innocence and experience are one.
And though you may regret my extinct flame
That burned so bright when I was in my prime,
Take solace in your memories of that time
And do not grieve that I am not the same
Nor that my world is chaos, though it’s changed;
Be glad to see me smiling in my sleep
At past and present order rearranged;
For somewhere in my being I will keep
The faces of the flowers yet
Whose names I may forget.