He stroked his beard

His gaze distant

The look in his eyes

Barely gave away

The storm within

The sunburned skin

And a perspiring brow

The lines age had etched

On the forehead long ago

The day turned to dusk

He ruminated on

The sheep they went to sleep

The dog too lay forlorn

His master seemed far away

Reminiscing about

An era long gone

Slowly he rose

Made himself a meal

Let the stars stir his soul

And helped him weep a little

She would dance forever

In his arms she lay

And every evening he would

Pine his heart away