Andrew David Dalby
And On The Offing - Poem by Andrew David Dalby
It is from this now passing place,
Where the truth of time and dark of space
Are seen in but a glimpse,
That I can look back And yet look forth
At the world that is to be.
Time is deep.
Its long path trails out into waves
That heaves in peaks and sloughs in troughs
That are these restless eternal mountains that
Collide with savage fury as they scream at the sky.
I Imagine Everest’s descending into a fathomless morass
Yet across this distance these mere vales I do but peek
And so witness a dim reflection of a blister burnt savage sky.
Oh we are but mortals!
a blip on the surface of a pond!
Yet, we leave behind many, many, many, songs.
And on the offing, I gaze beyond myself to see
Those as good as me raise up a glass
And with glad cheer bellow
Oh how happy how happy are we.
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