Stars in the sky
Of lone existence
Burn in the distance
Until they die.
After their marks
Masts on ships flutter,
Ocean waves clutter
Wandering barks,
Forts of wood, free
Floating to splutter
Slow moving water,
Deserts of sea.
Autumn birds stray
Over far beaches
And boundless reaches
Of cloudy way
Fly to their fall
In race nocturnal -
Passage eternal,
For that is all.
Blossom of may
Is youth that kindles
Our life that dwindles
And goes away
For every fate
Spreads fleeting seconds
On wing that beckons
Quiescent state.
Before I die,
Angel, lean under
When in my wonder
With grief I sigh:
Why waste, alas,
The fragile flower
Of rapid hour
Given to us? |
