So, every man must face his end
And neither seas nor stars nor time
Care much or how or even when
That final look or breath may come.

We in our lives can boast a higher plan
To scorch our tears with kisses fast
Which should be good enough for any man
And make the moment's pleasure last.

Beyond the grave, who cares what idle
Chatter may confront our lives
By men whose food is paid by bribes
To guarantee their brood survives?

Though I live many miles away
And sit forlornly in a distant cave
My thoughts refuse to run but stay
Closer to you than to my grave.

The prayer, the thought and quiet kiss
Are all it takes to fill the time
To feed and never once to miss
The pleasures of a love sublime.

Our conjoined lives like to the wind
Must carry all and every wish
And blow and blow the feeble mind
Back to the moment's ragged bliss.