That evening, The irises of a lady’s eyes Aroused the vastness of an ocean & her pupils glistened Like pearls beneath shallow, Languid waters of crystalline blue; Their lustrous nacre Reflected the sparse rays Of dwindling evening light & swooned over the elegant Procession of the stars above.
That evening, The fractious mysteries Of the universe withdrew Their reticence & conferred Their wisdom upon her; Deep and troubling questions Which once had lingered in Her thoughts were burnt to cinders By kisses from the flame of truth; Memories found their meaning, & rhymes found their reason.
That evening,* Her once perpetual, Merry exhalations Mingled with the ocean air for The final time as she Became one with the night. As she ascended into The great unknown, she saw Memories flash before her eyes. For life is but a flash Within the spectrum of eternity.
That evening, She discovered so much But paid the price of what she knew.
That evening, She became nothing more Than stardust.
*“For you were made of dust, & to dust you shall return.”