When a cloud dies

doves and eagles

dip their wings

in mournful ‘memberance.

 

When the sky dies

it rots black

in despairing soot

of ash and pain.

 

When the moon dies

it’s mourned

by the elliptical kisses

of the planets beyond.

 

When a planet dies

the universe gently cradles it

and lullaby’s it to the sun

until it falls to sleep.

 

When the universe dies

the lonely sad earth knows

that all the trees will go dark

when the world dies.