At the end of the day...

Sitting by the Stone Bridge . Sakara

At the end of the day
The waters bring the silver shards of pain
Glittering across the bay like rain
Precious, worthless stones of sorrow
Washed back in vain
Washed back away

At the end of the day
The life pearls fall over the petals soul
Each a resounding yesterday toll
Still, lifeless tears of borrow
Fallen down a hole
Fallen down like spray

At the end of the day
The light dies down in silence
Mourned by nonsence
Granted, meaningless, thorough
Gone under whence
Gone under thence

At the end of the day...
Like...
Life.


Asra Kron, Taae Gianii En Jerag
10165, 6th Month, 2nd day of the 2nd hand