I look the last this land I leave behind —
Timeless as water, bountiful as sorrow,
Abode today, a memory tomorrow;
Her contours etched untarnished in my mind —
How sweet our first encounter; how unkind
That time which man is wont to beg and borrow
Brought forth this bitter twilight ere a morrow
When all our self-same sunsets will have shined —
Henceforth sunrise shall tarry ere it greets me;
The midday sun shall cast a sterner gaze
As paths unknown reveal their hidden troves;
Home is the sacrifice for those who journey
Without return; We venture through the groves
Of doubt and fear to set our lives ablaze.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
I look the last this land I leave behind —
Timeless as water, bountiful as sorrow,
Abode today, a memory tomorrow;
Her contours etched untarnished in my mind —
How sweet our first encounter; how unkind
That time which man is wont to beg and borrow
Brought forth this bitter twilight ere a morrow
When all our self-same sunsets will have shined —
Henceforth sunrise shall tarry ere it greets me;
The midday sun shall cast a sterner gaze
As paths unknown reveal their hidden troves;
Home is the sacrifice for those who journey
Without return; We venture through the groves
Of doubt and fear to set our lives ablaze.
