Looking Across

It is dark in the sky,

And silence is where

Our laughs rang high;

And recall do I

That One is out there.

The dawn is not nigh,

And the trees are bare,

And the waterways sigh

That a year has drawn by,

And Two are out there.

The wind drops to die

Like the phantom of Care

Too frail for a cry,

And heart brings to eye

That Three are out there.

This Life runs dry

That once ran rare

And rosy in dye,

And fleet the days fly,

And Four are out there.

Tired, tired am I

Of this earthly air,

And my wraith asks: Why,

Since these calm lie,

Are not Five out there?

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