Nigh Eleven

The winter night was dawning
Folded in sheets, catching some zzzs
Was it heaven?
I was nearly eleven,my youth just flaring
Scenes unfolding behind my eyelids like mimosa under touch
Painting vivid images like an artist on canvas
Eleven wonders I saw,nine already foregone
Eleven wonders, the tenth proceeding
Depicting an inevitable end
The master's coming near
With the tenth ending, we are truly nigh eleven