Wrist watch told me plain
It was three thirty p.m.
But those dark clouds did descend
In such a manner on the road open
It seemed I reached an evening...
Heard in the country night comes fast...
Saw how the dark swallowed up rays last...
Of the sun in a philosophic fashion...
Slow gradual but such an omniscient motion...
Knew this road would take one to the gate
Of horses mounted on its pillars of eternal rest...
Knew there at the end before the door
I would see him one last time more
Rested...slept down...forever young and old...
Knew I would see him with smile put fixed...on hold
It was only three thirty by the afternoon
And still the dark walked so bold and beautiful...
And the road cutting through all trees...bushes and meadows
Beckoned me to rush to touch his shadow...
One last time before he would away go...
One last and final time more...
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