I could not believe my eyes
That I was witness to such great beauty
That the world over was resounding in the glory of a new day
And the sky radiated blue-gold from the embers of the dying white
I lay there and waited for the coming of the light
And knew not, or rather forgot, the struggles of all to come
And knew only beauty, the beauty of a world which I had forgotten
In pitiful haste.
Here is my life, as it is, as it…
Tell me
where the rain falls
and I will go there
to see the leaves drenched in autumn
leave this world
in the soil of a year
lost in the mist
of morning.
News of the surrendering sun
Lay outstretched on the leafy green
Rendered gold in the exuberant afterglow
Of the retired commander,
Resting finally on his laurels.
The immensity of the occasion inspired the birds’ beaks to
Prick the air with the tales of his exploits
Rendered beautifully on sonorous reams of Morse code:
“The commander has retired, and has gone to sleep.”
