Ebbing With the Sun
I have eyes in my sockets that cannot see,
And a heart in my breast whose taut is wrinkled and chords are soundless.
From my day, I have seen what I have seen
I have heard what I have heard
And I have touched what I have touched.
The tides have finally tossed me to the horizon,
I have felt all I have felt, but now
I feel the dying sun's ebbing waves enter the river,
My day has grown feeble, now sunset awaits.
Of all those fathomless thoughts of my inner life,
My heart seeks most to find the true meaning of death.
Soon the river of stars will gleam its chest of treasures;
The little lights of baby stars will beckon my soul with every twinkle,
I cannot but yearn to ebb with the sun,
Be another drop to the river lights of night;
A star must die for another to be born
And morning sings to the birth of one
As night weeps to the passing of another.
It's people like us that walk the toil of living
With footprints traced long after we are gone.
18/06/17
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