The End of Time
Deep waters
recede
the shoreline
teems with life
on the cosmic scale
how little that matters!
Waves blown by
the wind
crash on the rocks
We are all dancing
to a tune
made popular
by the seething life
here underneath
our feet
let go of the moon
grab on to something real
Flesh to flesh
eye to eye
closer
but
still
distant
A great chasm
between our souls
I'll let you catch fire
in this realm
As you speed through the solar system
Waiting for some forgotten
planet
to offer you a home
a place beneath the stars
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2005
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