What Dreams may come...
Light flickering before a candle finally dies a lonely silent death in the darkest void, a last faint breath stirs the unseen stars above a cloudless veil. A universe dissolves in a trembling vortex leaving nothing behind but a memory of a dream so faint it defies a time before or yet to be. The seeds of life scattered in the cosmic dust of what was, what is to be, what never existed and all that the future holds.
Strange times, these last chapters in life, written in the wet sand before the tide claims our unread stories. Words are but shadows of our feelings, faint utterings scratched upon a page in the Book of Life. Seeking charity, reprieve, compassion, lenience, absolution...Grace, I ask too much. And yet, there is another favor I have to ask. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
Beautiful