I Measure the Sunset With Steps I Take 

From the book "Persephone's Spring"

 

 

I sleep and wake, wake and sleep and wake.

I ponder things that most I fear.

I measure the sunset with steps I take.

 

I watch the moving clouds to claim their stake.

I know the rain will rain, the sky will clear.

I sleep and wake, wake and sleep and wake.

 

All I see, all I hear, I wish all were fake.

God’s blessing, I witness wild flowers blooming near.

I measure the sunset with steps I take.

 

I count the hues and layers before daybreak.

Bouncing the sprigs, birds still chirp in the air.

I sleep and wake, wake and sleep and wake.

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You said, there are ways to shake this ache.

The lonely deer finds her home through roam and veer.

I measure the sunset with steps I take.

 

I number and fathom the days yet to make.

Losses, drear, hold tight to something dear.

I sleep and wake, wake and sleep and wake.

I measure the sunset with steps I take.