After a clear blue day some whispery clouds had blown in
There was just a little sunset red left above the city skyline.
Tall buildings were beginning to show their night-time finery,
Replacing the waving eucalyptic green of the trees.
The busy road traffic was tiring and outside the frame
The river ripples, reflecting the evening’s new darkness.
Moonrise is hours away and the stars are too far.
An Earth-bound firmament will suffice
To show me my city for the next few hours.
Scratching an annoying itch
Lodged in the back of my mind,
A great callousness I find,
Within the realms of Nature,
Laughter that Earth will survive
The self-caused extinction of man.
I am not depressed although I
See clearer than my countrymen.
The two paths and their parting.
Having choice is now behind us.
In a dark and dangerous forest
Showing no escape, no relief, no safety,
Till Time’s Ending.
Heedless my words drift on to silence.
Embezzled of all hope.
Treat my failure not kindly
Rather stone me for
Unheard my lament is purposeless.
This is not depression, simply
Hopeless unutterable sadness.
Cursed once by Apollo,
And blessed with the power to see
Seeing dreams turned to dust
Seeing darkness fall
Alive still in a Southern land
Not to be believed again
Dreams being destroyed
Repeating myself helplessly
And endlessly the darkness falls.