He goes out into the yard
the little boy looking for a star.
Life will soon possess him:
to wander for it near and far.
Watching from the kitchen window,
the mother gasps as time escapes.
Through love she tries to grasp him,
but memory leaves only blurred shapes.
Somewhere the child searches in vain
for that once bright streaking intrusion.
Now the man catches sight of boyhood
before destiny's twinkling illusion.
She goes out into the yard,
the old woman waiting for the sun.
A figure shadows the pale horizon,
drawing nearer, time almost done.
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