Goodnight to the Westward Skies
The day
has emptied,
the light fading
beyond the drifting clouds that sail in ships
across the westward
tides
And before
this coming night,
of sleep,
before I slip
between the dreams
of what might
have been,
I’ll open my eyes
for one last time,
and look beyond,
above the crowds
of trees,
to the spaces
of the flickering leaves,
and how life
is passing
so quickly,
inbetween.
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