When at last
my restless soul
shall take its final flight.
When left for me
the setting sun,
the owl song of night.
And contemplation
turns the mind
to triumph
and regret,
of arrows spun
to errant mark
and wither targets met.
When life
appears to me
in captions,
recollected
false and true,
pronounce
the zenith of my blessings
was reached
by loving you.
my restless soul
shall take its final flight.
When left for me
the setting sun,
the owl song of night.
And contemplation
turns the mind
to triumph
and regret,
of arrows spun
to errant mark
and wither targets met.
When life
appears to me
in captions,
recollected
false and true,
pronounce
the zenith of my blessings
was reached
by loving you.
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