Twilights Beckoning
Kiss my lips for the last time,
and let the clock end its chime,
remember, life with me was not a dream,
don't be sad at little sparrows flight,
when the wise owl sees into the final night,
a wry smile for the years that did creep,
paying no heed to patient twilight sleep,
when those grains of sand have fallen from my hands,
let me set sail for unknown lands,
for once I did play in a womb,
now I rest in eternal tomb.
Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2021
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