6:40am
This morning
I feel my teetering age
my mortality
my shield of youth gone
and a budding tenderness for all life.
I see the sunrise and
those morning clouds being cleared
It wipes its eyes
As I feel its benevolent tears.
This Sun has a long-everlasting life
and my powerfully frail body
just a fraction of its time...
I feel my mortality
death isn't so far away
but when it arrives
my spirit will continue to grow
on and on
far and far
and on and on and on....
Until then,
I will love.
I will swim in all waters,
will look into all skies,
will smile at all eyes.
I have and will continue to sigh
for as you know
as beautifully as they come
is as beautifully as they have gone.
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