Transcendent Sense

River stretches somewhere past the horizon Above which the sun has risen In the evening sky turns from linen blue to crimson The hills roll forever in this enchanted Eden The boughs of a tree lazily reach towards the sun The new day has begun The leaves rustle on the wind above canyon The gentle breeze distributes smell of a fragrant flowers and cotton Somewhere river will drain to the ocean where for sharks fish will be food One day the tree will stop bearing fruit One day there will be there be empty hill where castle has stood One day sun will stop shining so harvest will not be good But cold that engulfs soul like a sea Not normal cold will be Nor will it be normal fate or destiny But completely new sense with which to the great vortex soul will sail free