Spores,
sending trickles of
tepid twilight
twirling down below
the waves where the
water meets the sky
filled with stars and
all that is good
becomes broken,
meaningless,
unfullfilling,
for a new growth
is born, a new way
is coming,
and the pain and the
sorrow
shall end.
And the water is
green and
yellow where meet the
sun and the stars
which endure
with their light and their
lust till the dusk
and the dawn of the
day I shall die...
Which coming shall bring
a new order to ways
and to people a
new view on all
for the water is
green and is gold and
is cold
and die I shall not till
it warms
eternally.