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He walks alone 'neath a sweltering sky

With the pain clearly etched in his face.

Silent revival - the thoughts of this life

Slowly stagger the mood of his pace.

And the years, now forgotten, that once claimed and bought him

All fade as the stars sign the sky;

the shiver and quiver deliver of dreams

Fall as dust in the blink of an eye.



Casual reminders of conquest and victory

Pale in the jaws of defeat.

And loneliness suffocates all that remains

From the end of this life now complete.

Thoughts swim in circles - swirling and twirling

How forever could never be now;

such tears don't just fall like they did here before

Life resigned, now in silence he bows.



Gone are the reason, the rhyme and the season

The hunger to see small things through.

And the stones that once tumbled from mountains he crushed

Fall forgotten as dreams long since knew.

Priceless the passion to see past the clouds

In a world starved for something he gave;

settles as seed for new poets to breathe

In a future that death cannot save.



He walks alone 'neath a sweltering sky

As the stars start to fade one by one.

Not much to do when the embers have died

And darkness replaces the sun.

And the last breath he takes brings the last words he makes,

As a whisper that grows as a tree;

the night and the day are perfection of One

And this passage - a reflection of me.