As We Pass into History
As We Pass into History
Even if I possessed the sky
the stars could not be any brighter
than they already are.
And the sun does not shine
or gleam any more through my eyes
than alone,
it already shines by far.
The wind from the west
the dew at day’s dawning
and the frost in the morning
are the festive view
of Nature’s celebration
to which at birth
we are given an invitation.
And long after us
in our epoch and generation
and the ones to come
when all has been done
and to infinity long passed,
a future may remember us
long gone,
amid the ashes and bones of times past
and still the world will shine on and on.
Wonderful it is then that Being will never vanish
As even the most feted and beautiful of us
will eventually and finally crumble
and perish, perish, perish.