If time heals all wounds — I have petrified
turned to stone
can't decompose
As the night sky blooms
one by one
I watch the stars -
blossom
The earth is
jealous; I’m sinking in
I belong with
them
the other hardened things
Dear Death, hand in
hand
you've walked me too long —
now so heavy
rotting pain
solidified
I'll watch
on this sandy dune. The
night lights sparkle
only for me; bloom in their heavenly
beauty
And as the sky is set alight - and our own star rises -
may it shine a
broken body
Lifeless
if not from a warm
embrace
My hands
catch on the wind
drift
adding to a new dune
over yonder.
I'll smile, and the earth welcomes me - Home.
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
If time heals all wounds — I have petrified
turned to stone
can't decompose
As the night sky blooms
one by one
I watch the stars -
blossom
The earth is
jealous; I’m sinking in
I belong with
them
the other hardened things
Dear Death, hand in
hand
you've walked me too long —
now so heavy
rotting pain
solidified
I'll watch
on this sandy dune. The
night lights sparkle
only for me; bloom in their heavenly
beauty
And as the sky is set alight - and our own star rises -
may it shine a
broken body
Lifeless
if not from a warm
embrace
My hands
catch on the wind
drift
adding to a new dune
over yonder.
I'll smile, and the earth welcomes me - Home.
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