A Poet’s Last Stand

My muses are dead

The day does sigh

My family has departed

The night is high

I stare at the oceans beyond me

Beholding the expanses of time

I stare at the seas behind me

Raging with sublime

I know my life will expire

Before the starlight reaches me

Before the tides arrive

I know my memories

Will be washed away

Washed away in the sand

I know infinity is everywhere

I know what I am

I know infinity cannot see me

Nothing but a man

I know what is coming

So I admire the sun

As it hands off its light

I know what is coming

So I hear the moon sing

Under the moonlit night

The waters splash for me

Space extends her hand

My muses speak in their silence

Darkness is bright

I fall in love again

Weariness my might

Let it be eternal

Waves of existence

Eroding my fright

Let it be eternal

These gestures of pen

Weaving their final fight

I see the universe

Shudder at my infinity within

I see the stars

Supplicate to these pages herein

I know I am them

I know I am their child

Reading these words

Close-eyed, with a smile

This is my world

This is my sea

This is my sky

This is my land

This is my death

This is my last stand

This is my last stand