I asked him twelve times to do it.

Then he died.

So I did it.

I should have done it all along.

when you try
to
                         escape
through the cracks
    of an
empty space
your theme music
                dis-
                      si-
            ­               pates.

She said to him,
"The stars,
can you see them?"

He replied,
"I do."

She said to him,
"The ocean,
can you hear it?"

He replied,
"I can."

She said to him,
"My heart,
will you hold it?"

He replied,
"I will."

daylight
                              breaks
the king of kings
               sheds
his glimmering cape
and sets
     a crown of gold
atop his
opulent head

the sun sets
      in western whispers
astral sagas
spill
         their wisdom
on the night's
canvas

and to the east
eternity