All measures counted down by a single compass

All Measures Counted Down by a Single Compass

Sometimes I feel like I’m done with all these things
Those stories for ever gone I feel like I’m complete
The shadows swallowed by the light
Of true evidences
I feel I’ll never embark at night
That boat again
Desert is not a lonely place you can tell when you know
All my buddies have waved the shore
A meaningful goodbye
All the realms are silent and all my time has passed
My memories are driven by a blind wild horse
I’m solid and fierce and blown
By a forgiving coarse
That draws my path
But in the end I strech my legs
In the sand
All measures counted down by a single compass
All measures counted down by a single compass

illustration : William Blake, The Ancient of Days, 1794