I’m not a big fan of this poem, but it holds a certain meaning to me.
Sitting in my chair
I watch the sun as it casts it fading glow
Stretching across the room
Crying for more time
A voice from my past whispers to me
My childhood beckons
My innocent times
Watching the room grow dark
Windows open to the world
To the breeze that slips across the land
Watching the stars as one by one they emerge
As age grips me I know
No one will understand the beauty of it all
No one will wish to sit in a room as the suns sets
Watching the shadows
Embracing the dark
As one by one the stars greet me for yet another night
So many nights
So many people they have befriended
So many friends they have lost
My old friends mother told me of three stars she would look at
Sitting on her porch in South Africa
My brothers three stars
The very same
So many years apart
So many worlds away
Coming together to mark an end
Now years later I too look up
I see them and think
I never claimed you as my own
How could I?
Too many have done so before me
I look up and wish them well
while I listen
To the voices from the past
As Orion’s Belt slips silently from my sight