IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies. Do you see
the orchestral skies? It is teaching the stars
a new dance for the world’s coming funeral
and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows
and she is aching. and every bird. Sings one
less song each day.

The phenomenal gift called death.

:: 10-06-2018