Eternity and a Day
Eternity and a Day
Across time;
Immemorial, incessant;
I flow, I flourish
Across the backs of keen leaves waving
my solemn whisper pierces through aeons;
caressed by the wings of the spring bird
Hearken to the wind that brings renascence
and the ever-fading wail of yore
Hearken to the faceless man – unshaped, unchanged;
his will is that of fate
For isn’t this life lived for the thousandth time?
For grass still moves the same
An endless spiral of form and dust;
ever-dispersing, ever-amassing
The seed of death, endowed in birth;
and a promise of meaning