To the last

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 15.01.06

to the last glimmer of dawn,
as the sea clouds roll
and nearing thunder darkens angry waves

to the parting of the hands,
as wind fills our eyes with tears
and the grass sings final requiem

to the sleet and hail,
as a drumming, pounding, farewell drum
and those along the shore seek shelter

our eyes see naught,
as rain tears way
and the passage makes complete

the journey you must make
far away from home,
but never from those hearts,
lying broken in the sand

and thus our eyes see naught,
but as a mirror’s dim reflect,
the hint of life glints off the water
and we may glimpse
eternity beyond