Ubi sunt?

Ubi sunt?

I lonely wander meadow ruts where

Cobble rocks and soil trace forth

And stop me now at water's edge,

All steps before led to this point.

The steady breeze lifts up the pond, a

Cool tone wafts on endless breath, as

Rhythmic ripples tap the rocks, yet

All songs voiced presaged this sound.

Birds coast and fly the dusk's approach.

The water's dark beneath their feet

And noble hilltops fringe the trees.

All souls to now purchased this sight.

The sky lets blue and green on waves,

And gold is the sun on the foam.

I sit upon a shelf and peer:

All life to now was worth this wait.

(10/11/2009)