At the end of my journey,
I meet the dying form of a man,
an old musician past his prime,
with a face as gray…
I want to go to Heaven when I die
but something tells me I won’t like it
as much as I do life on Earth and for
that matter Eternity in Hell…
In this tall, sturdy house
Lay an old, wrinkled sleeper;
A lonely old man,
Whom we call the lighthouse keeper…
There are places the worlds are held together
tatted in fine lace of subtle connections.
The silver birch born astride the crumbling
trunk of a decaying ancestor…