Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Gate of Eternity

A step closer
Every second
No one knows
How it began
Or the composer
Of its frame
But the gate
Enters eternity
For the few
Who are able
To escape fate
They can hope
They often pray
But few succeed
And few save
For the day
Never do they
Think of
Another visit
When the flesh
Turns to spirit
And the decay
Melts skin away
The sky erupts
Colors now spray
By solar winds
Tearing at
The soul within
Until there is
Nothing left
But the wind
And breath
And memories
Of a life
Left behind
Upon the earth

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