Cosmic Silence

A gentle breeze from a distant cosmic explosion.
Encapsulate me in darkness.
Trees sway in the burst --
a thousand silent dancers
struggling, desperately to stay in time--
What a crime this is,
uncertain brown feathers rustling
in a mute symphony of death.
A mutual longing for green days,
long gone, foregone, done wrong.

Blue heaven replaced with unseen fires
of worlds long since lost
unremembered
unknowing
unthought at eternity's gait.
Conceptualized only in a drowning syllable--
a sigh of reluctant relief.

Ahh.
So time has for me now come.
As quickly as it leaves.
As dust, as mud.
Unloved.

A shiver felt by the most perceptive Eyes in the cosmos.

On Jupiter, a breeze.
On Earth, a breeze.
Passing gentle through woolen garb
as through fur, as through leather.
As single letters sustained sweetly sounding
silently
stirring steps at last to align--
in time,

silence.

out of time,

Silence.