Tick-Tuck Tick-Tuck; unusually slow
Perhaps tiny arms frozen under snow
Perhaps they’re renovating their ancient art
There in the heart of forest, lives a heart
Daggers of time left him lone with scars
And no more “The Countless” are only stars
Death angel early tonight has knocked his door
Saying soon his ship will leave the shore
The Angel left leaving a glimpse of light
Stealing darkness from the whole night
Few hours are left for peace to blast
Few yet enough to write a last letter to last
“I’m leaving; leaving precious parts behind
The eyes I give to the blind
To those forbidden nature songs to hear,
I give a sound ear
To those of cold legs, I give warm feet
The hands to hard workers I was honored to meet
The memory to those suffering Alzheimer’s
Liver, kidneys and spine to cancer risers
The heart…excuse me; the precious can’t I give
I’ll just die with the scars as I live
Now burn the flesh; burn the trigger of lust
So from stars I’m born, and shall return to dust…
2012 © Mira Jay
Divine Rhythm