A Resting Place

From paths to forward

To endings that see naught

For the fires that burn

Into ashes cobwebs curl

To pillars down with fraught

Shedding courses to tombs

Let the kettle simmer

Wickedly hums its churn

Endless wars never fought

Tis I the watcher

Swiftly catching eyes see

Timber light within thee

Under lamps do I learn

Bathe in night for this

All endeavors barely taught

To this hold I beg

Mind sheds to a dimmer

This I see its callousness

Inside this empty urn

For days come into naught

 

8/7/2024