Eternity is Dead

Crowds

Everyday… and faces

Mostly unknown

A thousand whispers gather

Stories build up….

Skeletons hang from the rooftops

Misty mornings…. Vacant shores

Lonely horses and lonely skies

Ancient forests….

Leaves…. And crowds…. crowds…..

Eternity is dead….

Every night…. In sleep…

Somewhere, deep down,

Life seeps in….

Clocks – stare…

from the other side….

Silent, like the oaks

Rain….rain….and that

single voice from the stars

Shapeless, hollow…..

Moths play around

That mystic halogen haze…..

But beyond all these,

the river of desire runs……

And thus, all stories unfold….