The hovering mist waits above the grass,
stretched green and yellow to the horizon.
Single rays of forever from the morning star,
birth and loom in the vacuum of an ethereal mist.
Celestial darkness splits nova,
and stretches into the emptiness.
The disruption, cratered in bangs, brings dust,
and releases gas into the long bent black sea.
The frozen cold shoots long and slender
through the sky burning and unmelted
past suns and beyond nebulas.
This isn’t death, for in the continuum
there is none held or spoken about.
Frozen into the vast wonder of space,
eyes wide shut to be absorbed
in the forever end sign post
that marks the ages of my life.
Weightless in the vacuum, I swim
in the becoming. Light burns
a reconciliation to rise,
an atmospheric adventure
broken from a bond until light
becomes the dark, speckled with its seed.
Iced jingle-beads adhere to slender lines
until the sun breaks
and temporal cycles twist to evaporate.
The rains have passed
and the morning drops sustain vegetation.
A drought lifted in condensed layers.
Iced dew coats each blade long and bent.
And the hovering mist waits above the grass,
stretched green-yellow to the morning horizon.