Unknown Pain

Why does twilight Instill in me A sadness? Why does a lonely star Make me go lachrymose? Am not separated from a beloved To empathize with a tearful moon At age sixty nine Yet, what is it that tears at my heart An ache, is that existential? God knows – Yet, an unknown pain Is that we carry From birth till death Like unwilling pall bearers If that weren’t the case Of what avail is fancy Depth of the night sky Chirp of the lone sparrow At nightfall On the mountainside Of what avail is poetry At a pedestrian countryside? Beautiful is pain Am no masochist Pain has poesy As do sunsets And the smiling Sirius On a winter eve Pain, pain and pain Men tried to sink it in drinks Here I remain Eternally intoxicated To weave the yarns Of ceaseless poesy Words please gather Around my aching pen So the pain of an unknown sunset I can immortalize