A Villanelle for Eternity
Do not remember that the sun will die
Some eons hence, but memorize instead
The beauty of the blueness of the sky.
It is our wisdom as we stand here high
Above the valley’s weary, plodding tread
To not remember that the sun will die
But to remember how the white clouds fly,
And how their purple shadows paused or sped
In beauty of the blueness of the sky.
For though the future may well fall awry
And all our dreams be dust when we are dead,
Do not remember that the sun will die
For there’s eternity to live, that I
See even upon gossamer’s brief thread
In beauty of the blueness of the sky.
While our breaths form eternity and cry
With beating of our hearts, the blood still red
Shall not remember that the sun will die
In beauty of the blueness of the sky.
The sad Pleiades
ever looking back at us
still bidding farewell
Through my closed eyelids
I still see the clouds and moon–
light, dark, light, dark, light
Very lovely and a profound sentiment that even though we know this will all end, will all come to nought, we still have that sky to love. I believe your words will long outlive you.
Your poem rings strong and true, and touches one's heart.