Questions

Days pass by like clouds in a summer sky

I look at the sun through the crack in my fingers

With unmoving clarity, it beams back at me

Day after day after day.

When a life’s journey is coming to an end,

One has to wonder, if the sun is just mocking us

Immortal, un-blemished

It dries the blood and pales the bones over its seasons.

When many moons and suns have passed with their shadows across my home,

I will remember this time, when a life ebbed away in front of me

Maybe it’ll be my time to die
And stop wishing upon these foolish, unfaithful stars.