She closed her eyes to the diminished shimmer
That floats in the empty murkiness of an expanding
Emptiness, filled with so much yet deserted.

When she ascended her looks to the light it faded
O so slightly, another of her sisters now faded into
The evermore of oblivions fated grasp.

On the presuppose, then collided with obliteration
Of what was birthed by the heavens tears. As all fell
And ushered in her breath now silenced in nothingness.

She looked into herself and felt a yearning to be bright
To not fade. A beacon of life, but where life dwelled
So did the turmoil that rode upon its gifts.

Little things that I gave all too, let us be as one and
Not extinguish that plentiful existence. Yearn to be
Better as a single be joined and as one shine on.