Opus 2178

Phillip A. Ellis

The world is wide and water falls
   ever as rain over the lands
   and seas alike. Salt forms
in seas and seas of sand alike,

in oceans of tears, streaming down
   a lady's face. So far, the call
   of seas and seas of sand, and tears
keeps me chill, and cold, and awake.

Nothing makes me mourn, and nothingness
   for life now lost, and alone the sands
   fall forever into the base--
the hourglass stops when empty, to wreak

nothingness on heart and head. Who wauls?
And somewhere still the straining of sands....

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