the night seems not as dark
and the problems not as  insurmountable
and the flowers grow  more noticeably prettier
and the  moon I notice glows like never before
the day dawns with glory
and time ticks like my heart beats
every one for you

Can we ascend beyond the realms of
what lays beneath out feet.

Wondering like dust particles on the
tempest of the nothingness.

Seeking  the seeds of creation that lay
in the realms of others treading carefully.

We may be particles in a void of infinity
but even dust can make ripples in its wake.

*"We are children of the universe, creativity
expects us to draw upon the stars,

All whispers were his silence,
                                                    death.

in the green grasses growing on the shore
of the little river trickling through
I sat and thought of her and tomorrow
how crystal clear and  pure it all seemed
how she smiled and looked at me
from the side when no one else was looking
looked up at the  branches of trees and
how they weaved and looked at the embroidery
of all the weeds and thorny bushes entangled  and vines
a web of things I had  not seen or looked at clear
glanced again in the water how crystal clear I thought again
and how just below  is everything a fish or an old hook
stuck in some branch I can't see from here.
And thought as I drew my bare feet up under me
I have to go swimming , then.

Corrupt or guiltless he will prey for your passing
to clasp on the nucleus of your being.
His eyes see noting but he tastes the intentions
of every thought that passes.

As you transcend from sentience to necrosis
waiting patiently the binary crows linger above
you to  taste upon the vessels of the devouring
locks to the soul, only sockets bleed tears now.

He is the priest of eternal silence he utters no words,
only claps the essence of you and where it may decline.
How have you played in life which corner do you fall.