We're The Stars That Have Shone Poem by Mark Heathcote

This life's as fickle as an ocean shadow
it's as pervasive to capture as a cloud.
Our lives are as fleeting as an arrow
momentarily passing on disavowed.

Like moonlight on a sundial, we're the stars
that have shone, whose light still shines on.
We're the race in the changing tide bars
that'll crash against that jagged rock, anon.

And turn for home. Turning ever further
away from all those we've cherished most
we'll all look down on our weeping acre
and feel better having been loved utmost.

By so precious a gift that we couldn't contain
whose death, whose loss, none truly appertain.