“Tu Fui Ego Eris”

“I was you, you will be me”

That’s what the gravestone said —

Though it’s been many years, I cannot

Get it from my head

 

Although to know is… commonplace,

The fact we all must die —

It’s more just knowing, I am him,

And he

was I

The Farther Side of Shore

There comes a day when each must walk away
And strike out for the father side of shore;
No work to do, and just one bill to pay —
When all we carry with us is our core —

The things we’ve really thought and really feel:
The hearts we treasure and the love we’ve known —
To walk away from all we’ve thought as real
Towards the side of shore we walk

Alone

The Playing-Ground

Just outside the park, a man
Is lying on his bed;
Silence, save for all the children’s
Voices in his head —

Old and left for dying, but
The laughter he hears still,
As autumn blows the spirits by,
As Lord knows, autumn will —

For heartbeats are a miracle,
And life a wasted gift,
The people we should hold and love
Are left alone to shift,

The playing-ground is empty, and
The carefree world is vast,
While just outside the park,
Another heart will beat

Its last

Tuonela

Transitions are for those who’re left behind;
The guardians of what has come and gone
Must live upon the banks of life repined,
And make a king or queen of what feels pawn

But she is there, with silence, or with touch
To aid the healing of the sick and sore;
To do, but not to do too overmuch –
To give what’s right, and not give less or more —

The sad, the grieving – these she walks among,
With sores so raw, she often, too, gets stung —
But Love will carry weights where strong men fail:
Not even death
Against it can

Avail

They Called to Say…

They called to say you would no longer eat,
Or take your meds, or try to live at all;
The first I ever knew, at last to go
To follow Dad behind the giant wall

We love, but then in parenthood, it seems
That love is asymmetrical and strange;
Yet nothing is more normal than this love
That bonds us past our years, and strength, and range

There comes a time when we must yield the ghost
And move offstage, for all our lines are done;
But how I wish it need not be today,
As do us all – we creatures of the sun

I know I must accept this fate, this choice;
For from you came my reason, and my voice —

  And still I wish it wasn’t – wasn’t so —
  That you would leave,
  And I watch you

  Let go