Sunrise, sunset, throes of time

Then a thousand more

Nightfall, daybreak, causes bind

Now, again, before

Pushed above colliding giants

Into air that roared

Forgotten fragments scarred my face

Sculpted, frozen, thawed

Towering, yet anchored

Holder of their breath

Locus, shadow, turning point

Backdrop to their death

The sweep of days that moulded me

Immense among the mists

Crafted also people who

Would struggle, grasp, resist

One such life unfolded here

She wept beneath the moon

Exiled from her former life

Hiding, waiting, soon

I saw around her all things change

Each a past component

And I, too, was nothing that

Endured beyond the moment

I watched her live among her thoughts

Consumed as each occurred

And as she drowned in memories

The past survived within her

Vicious fears and vicious frosts

Had followed her, it seemed

Through every moment of her life

Though sometimes my slopes gleamed

Dread dispersed and passed away

A process was undone

New coherence followed soon

But, in that, I found no one

Crumbling rocks near her old grave

I break and fall in time

And, as each piece is blown away

Which part of me am I?