The Disappeared Appear

The countless stars are clear tonight, they do not make me feel less than I am anymore. Like frost they twinkle in the wink of a cold calamity. transmitting a vast emptiness. That silent void used to wound me, now being less full of myself I see their light as life-crafts for dark sea-paths. In time, time itself will disappear, as it wears its illusory thread down to an impossible idea. One by one, whole constellations will blink out. and those that are left to watch them, will not fear, as they disappear into a Light far behind the stars.