Always had we known that eventually
our crossing over would be inevitable
the walk across the other side
where none of the living could come into sight
where deceiving eyes could be compromised
by the way the story has such always been told
alas the wind sighs at the quivering cold
as it tells a tale that's aged with time on paper going back to stone
etched upon the brows of a forgotten civilization
fading deeper beneath the shadows of a forlorn tree
which beared the fruit of lust beckoning to the second half
where from dust the first had emerged
only to succumb to the desires of the after
for just a bite would provoke the wrath of the Maker
as innocent eyes awoke to prejudice thoughts
where in vague reproach embraced nature in abysmal solitude
how the stirring in the days to come underneath the sun
only brought to tears by the ever blood stained ground
whence once had passed would never return
the moons that followed would bear witness to some
as below the bright dotted lights in the dark above
the wandering mind travelled till greeted by the morning dove
hi ho hello my friend it chirped away as night was day
tomorrow holds more than all of which that appears today
smile ye may at miles that lay ahead for you'll not stay
as time will bring you mercy just as time would take you away
to an unrequited place where once the earth was tickled pink
in bright and blissful bold so colorful was its parade
oh to be able to stand in that moment at a distance astray
and behold the sight that trailed along the setting horizon
is to breathe in the demise of a fractured reality
and exhale the birth of a renewed tranquility
