Why does twilight
Instill in me
A sadness?
Why does a lonely star
Make me go lachrymose?
Am not separated from a beloved
To empathize with a tearful moon
At age sixty nine
Yet, what is it that tears at my heart
An ache, is that existential?
God knows –
Yet, an unknown pain
Is that we carry
From birth till death
Like unwilling pall bearers
If that weren’t the case
Of what avail is fancy
Depth of the night sky
Chirp of the lone sparrow
At nightfall
On the mountainside
Of what avail is poetry
At a pedestrian countryside?
Beautiful is pain
Am no masochist
Pain has poesy
As do sunsets
And the smiling Sirius
On a winter eve
Pain, pain and pain
Men tried to sink it in drinks
Here I remain
Eternally intoxicated
To weave the yarns
Of ceaseless poesy
Words please gather
Around my aching pen
So the pain of an unknown sunset
I can immortalize
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