In the shadows, she dances, like the flame of a candle caught in a draft.
To be falling.
Oh hear me now inevitable earth, for now is possibly all we have left.
In depths of the silence that waits, I pray your face I will recognize.
To get lost in space, with you, witnessing the incomprehensible vast creations and obliterations of all, I hold close to my human heart.
A scar-less life is a wasted life.
In return, while climbing this eternal sunrise I jump, and fall, and bleed, then one-day die.
Worn out and ready to go, I shall one day follow you, reaper, with hopes of being full again.