Fleeting Span Of Life

Fleeting Span Of Life
© Surazeus
2026 07 10

Though infinite flash days before my birth 
and infinite mire days I rot in Earth, 
I spend this fleeting span of life with you 
beside our lake of dreams that shimmers blue 
with dignity of love our bodies share 
as flames of energy that writhe in air. 

Though toil of hope our work-worn hands express 
proves vain as too-brief glow of happiness, 
we bind our hearts with contract to create 
calm hours of peace by star-lit lake of fate 
to savor pleasure of beauty that floats 
almost changeless as time-revealing boats. 

Though we have drifted far across the land 
on signless roads unmapped by human hand, 
we still are loath to linger in one place 
too long, since generosity of grace 
traps earnest travelers in paradise 
where hearts get twisted by corrupting vice. 

Though urgent passion to explore deep vales 
drives our souls forward into blasting gales, 
we like to dwell on sparkling river shore 
to bake sweet barley bread by open door, 
then drink tart wine in timeless twilight glow 
to watch wild sparrows fly with Zephyr flow. 

Though we would like to journey to the star 
that lures our careless hearts to reach too far, 
we will one day lie down on nursing grass 
and sing without regret as our souls pass, 
so, nameless Traveler, stop by this mound 
where we are buried in the hungry ground. 

Though you have far to go before bright sun 
sets blazing on wild hills where swift deer run, 
sit on this mound where our old bodies lie 
and listen to proud evening crickets cry 
mournful elegies for each conscious being 
who lived and died in shadow of the wing. 

Though I have vanished from long dream of Earth 
as if my divine spirit beamed no worth, 
my dreams recorded in riddles of verse 
radiate as light across the universe 
so yet-born children on this same lake shore 
will hear my voice sing long-forgotten lore. 

Though I stroll staffless down this endless road 
on mission to pay Hades what I owed, 
still hearty as I wither from old age, 
my children play lyre of Phoebus on the stage 
while slow Acheron bears my glowing soul 
to Elysium after I play my role.