Let’s meet at the end of the universe, my love.
And as the last dying stars fizzle out,
And the supernovae shower us with stardust,
And the background melody begins to fade,
And blackness stretches to oblivion,
As we glimpse the finale,
The last two hearts before a stage,
At the edge of time,
I shall hold you,
Till our final breath.
I want my life to be like elevator music Like 1980s water cooler talk Dimmed by sconces and the latest office scandal Bossa nova music and the scent of candles Dulled by suburban apathy and psychiatristsLaughter and clinking of glasses White noise and waves upon the...
I crest over a hill and seethe supple ocean waves blanket the sand,lapping at the grounds edgeRight at the point the mighty seaconnects to the stoic coast Harmony millennia longI am at the breast of the seathat gave the first lifeand holds more than any other Being by...
Her toes curl and pull up tufts of grassThe springtime breeze sings a muted melodyHer eyes fixate on the hole at the northern horizonA black speck among the infinite sea Above, the sun is flanked by cloudsAnd clouds by concave mountains crownedA stunning sight to...
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