All things pass (Poetry)

Harkening the Dawn
white fleet of geese hover aboard,
thick grey cloud roaming the sky,
a feeling is hurt
a heart is halt
death do us not apart

consolidation of the past
heed not words of despairing moments;
days we sail on the helm
afloat life and merryment
but surely
life is a growing plant
withering in the summer
of may.

for we all must cease to breath
cease to hear the street flow with men
enjoy the serene of the dark
room,

enjoy the silence
of the grave
for we all must lay to
rest
for Alfred said
all things must die
we dispatch the
sounds of birds
disband the sight
of the blue stream
for one day surely
all things must die.

the savaging of life,
the worries
of oak branches
the battle for peace
cease the stirring
of the wheel
we take solace
in decrees
for all things must die
but should not
we sing from
the sound of the harp;

dance to the joyance
of nigh gale and starry nights,
Take solace
for all things must die
whether sailing
aboard ship helm
or flying over the
marching clouds.
Let death not do
us apart.