Infallible

Night falls unceremoniously, moon staggering with discontent; As I lie amid snoring walls, praying for fireflies to peel back-- blankets of darkness. While symphonies of Cicadas sing of beginnings, without ever realizing their endings will result in stony silence; What remains are engorged green leaves filled with the memory of yellow; Red berries sadly dimpled with the knowledge of brown. The grey white of icebergs disappearing into endless blue and the surety of death recorded by all that once was and now is achingly no more...