Obituary, Poetry July 31, 2020October 25, 2020

Eyes Matter to the Cosmos

Time is quicker than the eye,
Life is precious,
And I only blinked to sleep.

Loaves of bread, laid broken on the table,
A record of how much time has passed.

The gray rain kept the stained glass windows clean,
But cobwebs have blanketed the floorboards.

The drum that once stimulated a soldier into courage,
Now beats softly for the battle is nearly done.

A final breath, howled into the sun says,
“I came, I saw, I loved.”

Peering into the eyes of time,
I saw but stars and sand and dust.

These eye of mine are no quicker than time,
But they too came, and saw and loved.

I only blinked to sleep.
Life is precious,
And time is quicker than the eye.