what messages the sky writes,
how we often ignore,
how they linger up above,
how far — how far we blindly go
before we tilt up downcast chins,
only awaken in raining verse?
when everything else dissolves;
when nothingness — the only force.
adrift in blackened matter,
calligraphic tomes stars etch
in speckled comet tails, we sputter,
ashore, we run our forlorn hearts
when all space becomes horizon,
stories told fall to scattered dust,
as fire burns to moon sand
and oxygen breathed expires.
what message the sky writes,
how quickly we seek to forget?
how now to fall awake asleep,
oh how we dream until death.
~ Emily C.