Falling,

I cast redemptions cup,

To rain on me my One Last Sup.

Like cards thrown in The Starling Winds

The Swirl of what is Lost begins.

 

It is a beauty to behold,

All my fears and futures told,

Yet in its weave my eyes find peace

Infinities, where wanting’s cease.

 

Face down with all the earth above

I’m placed in peace with words of love,

Though only few might pass my Way,

I’ll steal a moment of their day.