Legends and Eternity

often evenings damp and cold,
when strange shadows do appear,
one might chance to look and see
into the poets world

and falling into dark despair
the depths of solace and repair
swallowed whole by the wondrous whale
of time ever swimming

deeper into universal blue
waves, white crested
breaking into you
and broken by disjointed rhyme
helpless, like a crying child
washed upon the golden shores of eden

over twisted forests, horseshoe turns
carried by the wind into the sun
death by long exposure to lonliness
bodies burn, souls set free
to fly on their own wings
towards legends and eternity