Did I see my last sunset?
\nDid my fear,
\nburst like a fire with nothing to fear?
\nHas the end reached for my hands
\njealous of their touching?
\nIs this an interlude, a limit?
\nHave I nothing left,
\nof the limitless waves that sing their songs?<\/p>\n
Other ears listen,
\nother eyes see further than mine.
\nWhen does a man know what time it is?
\nMy heart still fills like a sail with
\nall the words of the sea,
\nand my eyes hear
\nall the silences that blind men feel,
\nfree of ceilings and floors,
\nand because they are nowhere,
\nthey leap into the vastness of their lives.<\/p>\n
Am I so blind
\nthat walls are not walls?
\nI sit under my tree
\nin an indistinct darkening hall,
\nand remember back
\nas far as I can remember,
\nand think,
\nif I died, I died then,
\nnot now.
\nAnd if I look ahead,
\nI died then and not now.<\/p>\n
And if bewildered and very alone,
\nI choose to go on singing
\nas if anything mattered,
\nI choose one thing.
\nThat everything go on without me,
\nand I will leave a cup
\non my summer table,
\nwhich can fill with rain
\nfor someone\u2019s lips.
\nAnd that person
\nwill be the last love
\nof my life<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Did I see my last sunset? Did my fear, burst like a fire with nothing to fear? Has the end reached for my hands jealous…<\/p>\n