An unwritten epistle,
                            now an epitaph...

possibility of death,

so nerve-wracking−

unfinished movies,half-eaten meals

days and nights ahead,blank−

Rain;eventide
Ever so slow, a drizzle
Misty leaves,drenched earth
Shaded yard, wet stones...
Quietly, I snuck out into the evening
Broken slippers,potted plants,
One abloom;fragrant white flowers
Below ashen skies.

The rain fell, delicate as muslin
heavenly threads, coming undone
From pearly gates of paradise.
Weaving fluid intricacies underneath
The grainy sands, grooved with drops
And canopies laden with silken film
dewy, with crystal orbs suspended
a diamond mosaic radiant
Under the ashen clouds.
Crystalline drops clung
Onto ends of leaf blades
Forming a grand chandelier
Hundreds hung
On slender boughs
And the tree stood with
an embellished crown
Bedecked with clear dew

Find me where the sun never sets
and the moon never fades.
Stars burn and nebulae swirl
time stops as light arcs
in a dimension of darkness.
Floating seas, frozen skies
within orbs of dust and cloud.

Adventure awaits,at the horizon
A cosmogyral sphere, gravitating.