The line once drawn twixt growth and death
Has blurred, and melted into naught.
And now I feel, with every breath,
My heart melts with it.  I am caught
Within the strands my life has spun;
The seeds I planted with such joy
Have flowered, yet I fear that none
Will bear a fruit that won't destroy
The planting.  All is chaos, all
Is doubt.  Is it with joy or yet
With sorrow I await her call?
The future's gone, the past is set.
And though I fear to see the dawn,
The morning past has not yet gone.