To the stars return

The old man bent.
Brown skin of leather.
Old.

Except he was not old
By clicks measured in other
Times.

He would come and go,
He would sing aloud,
Slowly.

The old man knew many
Worlds of many suns
Fading.

He sang, “give me,
Give me, give me
Gently,

Give to me the river.
Kiss me, kiss me,
Kiss me,

Softly. Lift me
Finally to
The Giver.”

And the shadows
Gathered about his feet
Here,

And the worlds
Spun in his eyes
Forever.

Sitting in the night
Underneath moons
Singing.

We did not ask.
We did not need to
See.

Only the moon shone,
Only the moon
Old

Glowed white upon
Quiet old hand of
Man

He sang of going
Slowly, his voice
Fading.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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