Transcend - The Circle Ends Here

paths crossing throughout dust

with no eyes left to see

glances touch

whispers vaunt about things left

about what was given and what was taken

what was risen and what was destroyed

the closed coffins

have already blackened all

and beauty’s scraped

off the rotten wood

a suffocated yearn

and nothing to witness

held hands

and spoken words

words that conjoined

the thousand colors

dressing the never ending rivers

the curtains close

and the sun drowns quietly

feathers left to the earth

swing along with the wind

part ways and dissolve

where the ground dies

nothing remains

with no eyes left to see

glances die