Eternal

How will I go home?

If it be a perfect day

I’ll lay down and let eternal slumber devour my breath

I’ll kiss the palms of those around me

and tell them I’m on the verge of eternity

even as my breath begins to climb the turret beyond return

I'll proceed right through diaphanous circles

let sadness not fester in these lines

the earth sanctions death everywhere

roots to roots, my hair too must intertwine with spines of grass

forever is not a mystery in our imagination

the sky is a window to the deliverance

Enceladus shoots wildest to what the eye perceives as voids

she fears no unrest in what was sanctioned

so, she let’s go of her geysers as the sun awakes

with them are her newborn sucklings

eager-eyed, together perhaps a day old

yet their faces are endowed with a magnificent wisdom

knowing that in this cosmic drift, nothing really expires

the fall of one is the rise of another

every breath exhaled fills lurid skies with even more beautiful things