Whisperings of mortality.
A stream once stirred
Is ever muddy.
Whisperings of mortality.
Listen! To hear the sharp wind
mutter and moan
As it blows over mountains
And seasons and trees
Alone.
Whisperings of mortality.
Nothing! Is forever the sun
sits in sky
And shines on the fountains
In twinkling of eye
Is gone.
Whisperings of mortality.
Silence! It screams out a message
darksome and deep
While noise it surrounds
In shadow of sleep
Has won.
Whisperings of mortality.
And yet...
I savor senses, love the wind
The sun
The silence
The love and the sorrow
That comes of drinking tomorrow
Before I finish the day.
Whisperings of mortality
For a stream never stirred
Is unmuddy.