Drift into the infinite

Drift into the infinite

Float across the sea

Avoiding Charon

Who waits for me

In the shallows

Dark waters stir the pot

Of its refraction

Ripple its effect

Across the surface

I am a bier, burning

In a retreating moon’s

Reflected light

Its waxen face

Slowly turning

From the sight

Of so many tears

An earthy weep

In lieu of destiny

Hot dust rising

Will be

Carried in a whisper

Transported on a Mistral

Masquerading as a trade wind

Into the furthest corners

Of the universe

Where a single grain

Will fall

And we will begin

Again.