THE DAY TO END ALL DAYS I

I am going, and I know it -

I know that light

in my eyes is growing scarce,

the flow in my veins is growing thin,

and I feel it in my bones and flesh

that soon the latter will embrace

the former as the soil

embraces its secrets.

But before that

day to end all days,

and that last fearful thought to

make meaningless all thoughts

arrives,

I will go home

and live again

where I should never have left from,

as the buds on the

boughs turn to leaves

and frail hope kindles

with the long, warm

nights of the early summer,

kindles to burn bright

and die young,

as all hope in the world must do,

when the cold mist hides

the autumn stars

on the darkening sky.

03.05.2020