| Blinded to beauty by my tired everyday eyes, a catacomb of darkness opens within me, clouds my heart but opens my once shining eyes, natures embrace draws me near, I see into the heart and see terror in decay no more, the beauty of flowers growing atop a long since empty grave, the occupiers atoms dispersed amongst the myriad blooming colours, off in to the sky and beyond, our beings last great journey, let me not fear that final journey, let me crumble in peace, content that I am going on a far greater journey than I ever could in life. |
