Under a sea of stars,
in aching memory,
of lost ones and loved ones,
I am forced to remember,
that all things must come to an end.

A ripple never moves alone:
a feeling begets a feeling,
that in turn begets another one.
It’s the perpetual motion
Of our uncontrollable existence.

As I painfully
gain possession of my senses,
I briefly see the meaning in things –
just to swiftly fall back
into safe futility.
From meaning back to emptiness,
it is in effect barely a single step.

Still, with all of its sorrows,
delusions and broken dreams,
life is a wonder.
I hold my head up high,
beneath my sea of stars:
I am strong and I am happy.
Life is (pause) beautiful.