There isn’t time
For many a song
That deepens faster our being.
Whenever the chance
Take the path
That harkens into seeing.
Let now the rhyme
Of every verse
Promise a completion,
Wherever the word calls
Answer firmly,
Risk not vain depletion.
We must wind down.
We are not a clock
Whose battery is forever charged.
Our life has only so much force,
An inner spark,
Finite, not enlarged.
It is not the end
That we might fear.
The night calmly calls.
Sing yet the nightingale,
Chant that coda
That entices, enthralls.
