Of the many cures
—there is no cure

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.

She brags about how
  She loves when I write
              and whispers my poetry
    in her ears, simply because my
    
    PEN IS

   bigger than yours.

At parting, you'll be missed, I fear,
A treasure lost, a friend so sincere.
Once ignored, now sought by all,
A fleeting light, they heed your call.

They poke and pry, their gaze intense,
As if you're fading from their presence.
A ship sailing into the distance,
Your journey's course, a mystic existence,
An out of world experience.

They long for you to stay,
But destiny summons you away.