Traveler’s Tale (1990)

I’ve stood on a beach at the End of the World

Watching the swollen red sun

Hang motionless in a twilight sky.

I’ve looked to the horizon of a dying sea.

Black cold, lack life with loneliness abound

Water limping onto the tired sand.

I’ve seen the moon, unfamliar face

Ghostly gray with the patience of death

Eating up the surrendering sun.

And as I shivered, the final snow fell

And a trillion years hence – I wept.