Springtime murmur

The wind whistles it's sorrowful
song of death
The ancient rocks all lay silent
witness to history's
long forgotten
wisdom
majestic in their solemn
longevity
and
substance
The mirror's vast
reflection
measures aeons of solitude
and vast
emptiness
As
my ghost it dances
and my
frozen body
shivers
echoing
that
consciousness is seperate
from
neurological
dissonance
I long for the
dark
dissolution
and inevitable
splendid
flight...
Springtime it murmurs
in sweet delight..