Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

How Eternal?

I brood over the fact eternity to be precise If eternity accompanies in life and demise. Death doesn’t wait for any nor the infant in the womb How long can eternity stand itself in its eternal tomb. If it exists it always does the most precious all around timelessness might be radiating wisdom waiting to…