The Trail of the Dying Sun
The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name
The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same
The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005
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