THE infinite pilgrimage to the place called the beginning.
Lonely man kisses the sky from the outside
and chases the light to another life,
wait God, don't expand away from all of us!
It is too dark in this empty universe.
Oh where is the warmth of the burning sun?
No more, no more about heaven.
In Mars and Venus, no sound from the neighbours.
Perhaps, they too died of eternal loneliness.
Time shall allow no infinite pilgrimage to the place called the beginning,
must everything grow old and return with nothing to hold?
Even the rose that blossoms for life must wither and dry soon after.
But come, come back into the earth and die inside her motherly warmth.
S-light
..........The Poetic Ramblings of an agnostic Queen
