We built a fire, protection from the dark.
We built a home, to guard the family.
We built a tribe, to vanquish any foe.
We could not rest, for fear was still alive.
...
long shadows reach toward the east
fleeing the fire of the sunset
this is the time of day I now adore
...
There is a gift that comes with spring,
the rains fall and water rushes in the creek,
the budded rose reaches out for light,
a mockingbird trills a greeting to the sun.
...
a river of death runs
with blood
descending to Galilee
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Stage four tells me my time is limited.
It brings regret
that I did not inhale more deeply,
did not relish every moment of stage three.
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the sun has died without regret
it would not wait for me
the black beyond the glow of dusk
demands its bitter fee
...
long before that fateful apple
struck Newton on the head
every man who ever lived
...
the stars are shining bright tonight
and stardust never dies
for cosmic death gives birth to light
to bless the evening skies
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There is a cabin on a hill,
the image sharp in memory.
It's been a while since I was there,
but I still know it waits for me.
...
friends and lovers lost to time
join the fretted pantomime
in this silent dream of mine
...