Untitled Poem

              I've battled long the eagle of the night
Who pursues my heart as though it were the setting sun,
Whose flame blows ever low, though life has just begun,
I've never stopped, so the eagle stops for me.
His carriage holds but just ourselves and immortality.
We slowly drove; I know no haste
For I have put away the things Ifve labored for
On every living day.
I only fear the weary days and hours, the dried buds,
The withered flower of empty dreams, of greed, desire for power.
Of all but peace and sleep.
A grave holds no remembrance, no time to live, to love,
To see, to say,  to share, to teach the things learned
Ere darkness ends the day.
No time for all the things of life ITve sought and never found,
That have eluded me.
Perhaps I ve had them all the time,
Perhaps they would never be.
Suddenly the flame grows bright; the carriage I depart.
I bid farewell to thee, Companion, Foe,
The hunter of my heart.
There's time to live, to love, to leave no lingering vain regret
Of pinacles I've not achieved,
No hate to those I've met.
The eagle stops for me again;
Tumult and shouting dies.
As friend and foe depart, I eagerly ascend the cart.
I have known them all already;
Known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons
When they have measured out my life with empty coffee spoons.
I tire of tears and laughter and those who never weep,
For in the ever after, men who sow must reap.