Purpose

This place we come to when all is done

Doesn’t seem to house abject losing

Nor does it offer winsome quests -

Failure’s place assures darkness

In permanence and acquiescence

For all who will never leave;

To sleep eternally without solace.

And those who must move on along the way?

They will become the long horizon

Taking the full day as their own

For there seems no other purpose

Then to wake the morning’s call.