counting down the days
oh glorious night settle into darkness
and let me tell thee whom I give my life
I belong neither to sky above nor sea below
and from all accounts was burst forth from
scorpius some thirty-three light years ago
though my days on earth have been counted
on one thousand and one hands
it is a far cry to say this was ever my home
for the glory of goodness lives not here
but rather in a place and time that knows no end
november two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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This is beautiful and sweet. I LOVE this part: “my days on earth have been counted
on one thousand and one hands”
Thank you for visiting again and commenting on this piece.
” it is a far cry to say this was ever my home
for the glory of goodness lives not here
but rather in a place and time that knows no end”
I love this portion. An awareness of the home far from here, where time steaks forever.
thank you for visiting and commenting on this poem….
I love the imagery with Scorpius!
Thank you, Elizabeth.
wow.
thanks!