The eyes of the universe
look upon me softly.
It is,
alright or not becomes decision.
but you are watched
and it is.
your intrinsic suffering,
your frailty,
A flower in the wind.
It is.
It is ephemeral,
and I will last forever.
Our time is infinite
though you are not
and it is.
my eyes of midnight blue marble
contain a hidden light.
for it is, and it is absurd.
We march towards the end
of life, the edge, the shore of time
treading deeper waters
Our duality pulls us forwards
a light glow, a warmth, (of life)
crushed by the dark, icy waves.
but within each crash, a froth.
and in the atoms
Our light remains
is always visible
Indestructible.
