Scream To Eternity

Poem

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A star is born
in the night sky;
across the universe
bells toll,
lovers swoon,
poets sing,
and in the meadows
breathes silence.

Desperation beats in your bones.
You long to float on flowing water
beneath the stars,
wings spread out,
the smell of roses in the air.
See it. Touch it. Taste the infinite.
Open yourself to art.

Time’s wheel never stops.
We are cogs — Hands, blood, hair, bones;
fleshy, soft, and effervescent.
I fear aging. I fear death.
Butterflies beat
within the ceaseless turning.
My skin starts to wrinkle,
yet here I am,
breathing. Awake. Alive.
Somewhere, flowers bloom
and I raise my arms to the stars and scream —
Yes! Here is eternity.

Thanks for reading! Here’s a prose piece I wrote for The Shortform:

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