Now After This Sixty Seventh Birthday

Now after this sixty seventh birthday I need to shed all things All desires shed All plans All targets shed And wait Wait calm and tired by the grave. In laziness and rest Look up to the heavens See them Redden at touch of dusk: And redden further still proportional To ruthless flowing of Time Into the cusp of the night Sail as on a trireme in the ports Of the sub-conscious nights overpowered By the honeyed magic of the time And the sweet cadences of the stars The burning beauties of the moon Now Now after this sixty-seventh birthday.