The Rock - Sow

night tumbles

the day decays

the roaming sun glows on a fresher morning

so far east it’s gone west

once sanctified

now at rest on a planet turned red

the age of miracles is past

what has been may be but for the mortal whose

suspect spectres hush to the sound of their self-imposed sentence

the dawn of dusk plays a prelude to penumbra

night tumbles

the day decays

and the rock rejoices in the vacant sky

docked in the still waters that run deep with its roots

dense

unmoved by the motion of its fiery friend

amnesic of man and his man-made-end

birds of sadness fly over but do not nest

restless in their quest for tears of repentance

parched on the cheeks that charred with the solstice

woods of oak and pine and divine finery

green with corrosion

nevergreen again

sit still on the rock that they once sheltered

awaiting their flight by hurricane

night tumbles

the day decays

and the rock rejoices in the vacant sky

unflinching

at long last alone

wiser than all men who lived to be very old

knowing that all is for the best

in the best of all possible worlds