Sunset Gleams

Retired college teacher.Has published two books of poetry. Also has poems published online.

time is running fast
now every step is worth countable
i must stay to have my share allotted
and must i leave to get the share thereafter
a measure for every measure;

but as i leave
the earth is getting smaller and smaller and
it looks like a
tiny moon glowing yellow
and i am far off the land
in this Milky Way;

time here is a molten watch and counting is a foolish idea,
but i must count the times past and measure the dreams;
dreams i dreamt of
those yet to be dreamt about;

out of nothing
i must create a world within a world
a universe endless and
ever expanding;

i adore not the Black hole
hold the truth and
the Eternity.

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