To Rise Unseen

I must admit something I was brought to tears not long ago Shameless, unmitigated tears streaming my face I am not brought to tears at a whim Not because it's something that I think "real men" shouldn't do (I believe quite the opposite, in fact) But because I have been plagued since birth - A rare form of migraine called 'hemiplegic' That I have no effective treatment for Tears can trigger it, you see So I do my best ... not to But I was at the ocean recently Watching the moon dance on wave-tops (Something I have done countless times, hours on end) It is my favorite thing to look at, and it heals my soul But this time, as I watched, I thought on something new I realized, all at once, that someday - One particular warm summer evening, a long time from now There will no longer be ANY human eyes - Any intelligent, appreciative eyes, left on earth To behold that exquisite, breathtaking, spirit-mending beauty Never again will it stir a heart, or captivate a mind No more will it weave nights of romance Inspire a melancholy verse or song Or be the muse of a lost, aching soul There will come a night, when every time it rises From then until the end of the earth It will do so in utter and complete unappreciated solitude ... I can think of nothing more sad Or heartbreaking Or regretful Than that.