By Sydney Alldrin
Nobody knows how it started.
No one knows how it will end.
Invisible paths connect in oblivion;
Time never bends.
Mortality cracks in age and change,
Shadows wither into death.
Permanence is superfluous if
Compositions cannot rearrange.
Brilliance in beauty and futility in life:
Oceans dry,
mountains crumble.
Discover the beauty in that.
Colors dance in kaleidoscopic patterns,
But as the light fades away…
The moment is gone,
Over. Leaving me in solemn grey.
In the final hour, cuckoo beckons from the wall.
I freeze at its shrill call.
Blood and bone and flesh go cold.
It creeps through my being,
Beckoning me home.