Tomb Stone As A lonely Poem verse 8

you   sat   still

with your deep eyes

afraid   to   look   at  the  sun

you watched yourself

dying   –   grow old

but the greater mystery

to haunt you beyond death

was knowing

in all the years

you   had   been   seen

only   once

perhaps  that  was

the miracle you ha

been waiting for

someone who heard

the unwritten poems,

& then  something  from

a  dream  seemed  to  tell

you  to  move  on

& you grew old trying

to understand motion

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