Beneath an oak-tree ceiling,
sprouting their ages above us.
A cool breeze passes through,
breathing in sun-kissed skin.
Midnight-sunset by the horizon—
iridescent, celestial tunnel.
Pulses in serene stillness,
with time, bearing down.
The touch of a gentle hand,
placed upon my shoulder.
Dreamy eyes, awakened—
soft words to my ear.
”It’s time.”