woodlands scorch’d to ash beasts ambush’d to annihilation compost’d soil somehow be brought abed of newer but divergent woods of newer but divergent beasts of future vigilant scientific eyes
last light to sail upon thy orbs shall be my face— a smile masking my heart’s melancholy on your journey beyond the peaks of dark stars— a smile forever a memory in thy spirit’s lifeline— until the flesh of my own ghost adds substance to your dream and our smiles embrace