Mortality
By Pat G
Do you suppose that when I diea grieving loon will speak of mewill render forth to twilight skiesthe briefest of soliloquies?And, will the moon its passage still,while hovering o'er a distant hill,to listen to that loon.Do you suppose that when I diethe words I write will die with meOr, scripted on some starry skya passing moon might set them freeSo westerlies can sigh the wordsin metered increments of timeDo you suppose mortality is cheated with each whispered line. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 03:48 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 12
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"Do you suppose that when I diea grieving loon will speak of mewill render forth to twilight skiesthe briefest of soliloquies?And, will the moon its passage still,while hovering o'er a distant hill,to listen to that loon.Do you suppose that when I diethe words I write will die with meOr, scripted on some starry skya passing moon might set them freeSo westerlies can sigh the wordsin metered increments of timeDo you suppose mortality is cheated with each whispered line...."