Tomb of the Overseer

Eternal shape looks to the sunset,
before a field of gold, just one foostep,
but a million sweet breezes and countless
heartbeats.

the land unspoilt and
mother earth sang sweetly, march of
men and red in the sky, great mother's
song died bleakly...
but on his second footstep
he marvelled the neptunes,
and with galaxies and flame
he danced on red dunes.

His journey was never to find the answer
or the end,
but for each day to love and spend,
with existence, his only companion,
the thing that kept him sane and living.

they say immortality is to live alone,
but those lines come only from flesh
and bone,
we cannot truly understand,
whats beyond the sky and fear,
and there is no tomb,
for the overseer.