The Long Loud Sun

The heavens turn to haze,

The light throws its shroud,

The earth is scoured

As machines roar loud.

Lost are sounds of peace,

Lost are days of old,

Lost are plants of joy…

As despair takes hold.

Days become like night.

The soul becomes shadow,

As hope fades into fear.

Yet one will never know,

If the end is far or near.

The days turn to months,

The months turn to years.

Yet within such despair,

Grief becomes my guide,

Sorrow becomes my seer.

It sees into the depths,

It sees through time,

It sees around walls

And craves the sublime.

Time will wither.

Machines will tire.

The long sun will set,

Over noise and ire.

This middle-earth,

Ruined beyond repair,

Scarred for times to come

Remains alive and aware.

Long after I’m bones,

Long after noise is gone,

Long after trees drop seed,

This Earth will still go on.