Immortal

I am a train, though I do not stop.

I am a log, though I do not burn.

No passengers, no ashes left behind.

Picture an ocean with billions of waves

all moving in the same direction.

Picture a drop in that ocean that

for reasons unknown

runs the other way.

They say that life is to be cherished, a gift

like sunlight against the clouds.

But if the sun never set,

we would only wish for night.

I am the fish waiting to be drowned.

The beast grown tired of howling

A life is but a passing blink,

gone soon after waking

Mine holds tight to the lashes,

pushing tears from eyes that will

never close.

There is no happily ever

without the after that comes first.