"REPOSE"

Fading into an eclipse
Too fast for light to catch
Rapturing me away
To somewhere I'll call home
Might be a place
Planets may have died
Becoming particles
Stardust sprinkled into the cosmos
That outline constellations unnamed
Painting space in a deep portrait
Of mystic greys and blues
A panorama reflecting an image
I keep in a opaque locket
Resting as the door to my soul
I want to be
A black willow tree
Floating on a quiet sea
The solace of forgetting
A spirit bleeding nothing
No sound existing
Lost in a comforting silence