Aqua IV

Nor is it the begin­ning
Nor is it the end
It’s just a place on the bend
whether you lose or whether your win­ning
in the eyes of the law
you’ll always be sin­ning
who made em judge
who made em jury
who chose the day for nature’s own fury
the pass­ing will come and no one will know
as time has before, the future will go
if all was for naught
as naught was for all
then the flow­ers may droop
but the trees will stand tall
the moun­tains will crum­ble
and fall into dust
the earth dis­em­bow­elled
in nature’s own lust
the days of his­to­ry con­cealed and elect
on Earth they are for­got­ten In the stars they reflect
no sin goes unpar­doned who’s eye can but see
form­less lines on an unbri­dled sea
the sailor arrives back home at last
inside the sto­ry, that began in the past.

 

Kei­th Swan