As one reaches for the sky,
It stretches out before his hand.
Within a flaming vortex of life,
Water is dropped to create ripples.
A motion made to dissipate,
A rock tossed for pure enjoyment...

Eventually, the water returns to rest.

When time unveils it’s trickery,
The moon will show it’s hidden face.
We are all under the countless stars,
All are in the worldly compass of greed.

In the memories
Ashes turn to dust.
Thoughts gently carried
by the air’s disturbance,
Blowing the dust
Out of existence.

Within these wistful wonders,
A wave made to shatter the ledge.

Upon the edge I watch it crumble,
The wonders of time reduced to rubble.

As life flows over the ledge,
We watch the waves push them back.

Them,
The trillions of voices,
Of souls,
That precede our beckon into
This oceanside cliff.

Over smoke and grit,
Floating into nothingness,
Ashes fly their heated cycle.

An end lying in wait,
Through the endless detours
That construct a draft
Of our human life.

The fragrance of loneliness
Dwindles under our starred sky.
Only the blind will ever see
A starless expanse.