The shadows lengthen

The shadows lengthen and the seasons fold,
Where faces tightly grained as silken thread
Like some great secret yearning to be told
Keep watch upon the living and the dead.
And as they watched the body and the mind,
In a world where everything’s not fair,
They waited for some meaning of a kind
Yet in the end found nothing lying there.
So fair days pass as time goes slowly by,
With summer gold turned softly into grey,
And all that lived a life will quietly die
Returned as by some magic into clay.
For as the mystery of life unfolds
It’s by its living that its secret’s told.


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