and on the Offing

It is from this now passing place, 
Where the truth of time and dark of space 
Are seen in but a glimpse, 
That I can look back And yet look forth 
At the world that is to be. 
Time is deep. 
Its long path trails out into waves 
That heaves in peaks and sloughs in troughs 
That are these restless eternal mountains that
Collide with savage fury as they scream at the sky. 
I Imagine Everest’s descending into a fathomless morass
Yet across this distance these mere vales I do but peek 
And so witness a dim reflection of a blister burnt savage sky. 
Oh we are but mortals! 
a mere blip upon the surface of a pond! 
Yet, we leave behind many, many, many, songs. 
And on the offing, I gaze beyond myself to see 
Those as good as me raise up a glass 
And with glad cheer bellow 
Oh how happy how happy are we. 
Adh 2014