oh to the life
of a man
whom found
peace
one with the spark
of the light
deep from
self
low from the earth
bed of rest
green-eyed
stilled
hushed by our end
time must go
far gone
lost
man goes to earth
man turns to
flesh-bone
done
we have met the
end of time
lives too
short
as he the snake
on a spoke
wheel ‘cross
wake from your dreams
hold no tricks
play no
games
be here right now
breathe eat date
sleep late
love…
warm is the air
of life that
plays a
tune
breathe it in deep
hold it in
your lungs
strong
dance for the days
gifts are these
too soon
gone
there comes a night
we stop in
at the
morgue
box in a hole
big mound of
damp cold
earth
eternity.
awaiting.
hopeful.
eyes.
