How closely Joy resembles Life
its transience and good-bye

As the setting of the sun occurs behind the brooding sea
the petals of so withered landscape swiftly reek of Glee,
though as the quaintfilled scent of skin this feeling seems to be
therein sunsets there’s something else than aweful kitsch to see;

When ebbing is the light of day with all delight for night, then
often times one finds the trails Joy left ploughed deeply into the flesh

[Some sweet reminiscence]

For an eternal red is twilights dearest pledge and
Just like joy lies on the edge of endless permanence,

An ephemeral Eternity is then seen.
As when grains of sand tickle
as they trickle
through the
fist

How closely Joy resembles Life
it’s Transience and Good-bye