Till the Last Day

Once
the boundless sea was here.
The white dove
circled over the raging waves
on wings of desire,
healing the hunger of the waters,
laying the foundations of the land
that will not shimmer
till the Last Day.

Now
tiled roofs shine red,
washed by the morning rain.
Horses graze the valley
before the long road.
Blossoming cherries
whisper about nothing,
shimmering in the small pond
of my passing life
till the Last Day.