LOOK NOT FOR DEATH FOR SOON SHE WILL ARRIVE
THE DAY, THE HOUR, THE MINUTE SECOND SWEET
NOR MOON NOR SUN NOR WIND NOR RAIN DEPRIVE
THE BODY PANDERS NOW, SOON WITH HER WE MEET
HOW TIME IS ONE THAT STEALS THE NIGHT DEVINE
OTHER SCOFF AND WASTE THE PRECIOUS TIME
FOR SOME TOO SOON THE REAPER FEEDS HIS WINE
OTHER FACE THE DAY BY BLADE,TWINE OR CRIME
TIS THROUGH MY EYES I SEE HOW ALL BECOMES
I SIT AND WATCH FROM CLOSE AND FAR ALIKE
IN DARK I SIT AND LISTEN WITH ALUM
WORKING EACH ONE WE TRY TO BUILD THE DYKE
OF SEASONS, THE BEST TO ME IS FALL
AND NOW I DIGEST, DEATH BECOMES US ALL.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Reflection is bittersweet. Sometimes it's like watching a movie through a window. The events repeat themselves and the outcome is always the same. Sanity unravels a little more with each new episode. Strength in our own being is sometimes all we have...so revel in it!!!