The midnight Sky

The Midnight Sky
Whispers to me
as spirits
negotiate with
their dreams

The quiet dew
reminds me
that energy
matter
nature
always
continues
to spin
as the 
Anthropod
threads
its'
web

Even in death
there is movement
as
rigamortis
sets
in

proceeding
by her
friend
decay
followed
by
the 
reincarnation
of time

Leaving
Finality
an illusion
to our perception

So is it 
with our
soul
It never
ends....
In fact the reality
is
we
are
always
at the
beginning................................