Beneath the moonlit night I sigh;
For weary walked this world have I.
Woven seamless have I been through time.
Each memory of it now thus entwined
With each new day that breathes alive.
Peaceful calm my heart forbids
My eyes survey 'neath listless lids
The broken world which lost its mirth
From those who gave the morning birth.
Whose hands did craft the radiant skies
When first its creatures rose alive.
Alas now I am grieved to say
That all has come to pass away.
The paths that 'oft before were tread
Now lay engraved in those now dead.
Yet I remember those who were.
A capsule of time – my face demure.
Passive now I can not remain –
I have not walked these paths in vain.
A ship still sails beyond closed doors
And I must still tread these bitter shores.
And face the world another day
While memories are turning grey.
For just beyond the western skies
Lies piece for these: my listless eyes.
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