Literature
Chatoyant
Today I laid under the shifting
Shadows of a stretching oak, it's
Great emerald bathed in dripping
Gold, while summer slowly seeps into
The clouds.
Today I thought of how I missed you,
Unbreachable distances between us now,
Too many light years apart.
But the universe thrums on still, a harp
Tune that never ceases. I'd trek out far
From the planet and through interstellar
Chasms to find you, but physics dictates that
I'd come back to where I started when space
Itself begins to decay.
Nothing lasts forever, not even nothing itself.
A slight shift could cause dead embers to
Come rushing back into the realm of the Living,
Wind whirling into t