Blossoming into perpetuity


Upon the sands of an instant,

All rise and turn

To face the coming of night.

It is the death we want,

That beautiful death

That leans on its hand and whispers

What you are is enough.

But this death comes on certain



Bowing its head

Into the time of sleep.

The dying light,

The end of days,

Reminds us that death

Though slow

Is certain.

That she follows her beloved

Until we succumb.

We the beloved

Fall in death like love,

Slipping into sleep

Like day into night.



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