So swiftly time’s channel onrushing
Propelling life's frail bark to sea Lights on the shore brightly flashing Message of endings to me Oh, why can't I sail on forever? Brother of stars in the sky Why bones and tissues dissolving Shivering, knowing they'll die The craft so frail - the voyage brief Death so certain - disastrous thief! Things never seen come to taunt me, Withholding illusions of dreams Places unexplored pass before me Shaped vaguely in unfinished seams Oh, why can't I flow on forever? Bright lights, evening breeze and ship's bell Why must they move out of memory? Their wake a forgotten, lost knell The craft so frail - the voyage brief Death so certain - irresistible thief! Then as we rush, 1 sight a star Unwavering blaze of ancient light Created for this pain of mine to pierce the dark of night Made by a hand so almighty Contemplation moves me to tears And I know in sudden elation A mirage is what is called years The craft still frail - the voyage brief The journey certain - but not toward grief
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AuthorOpaline Marks is the pen name of Opal Markiewicz, a writer of novels, short stories and nonfiction essays. Archives
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