Fall eve I still sit on this side of shore
painting words on sky's wall with my mind's pen
too many skins have turned since I set out
slim gates of sojourn play their clarion

curtains may drop as after final act
medley of good and sad have seen their days
the sum total is maintenance of show
there comes a time when all have to bow

yet expectations get inverted to startle
the other shore slowly recoils, dawdles
the luggage needs to be lightened for voyage
some clouds do disperse to reveal clear space
leaving trail of offbeat galaxies pinned
just pray when time ripens poetry would sing