Oblivion

 

'Will Jenny be older? Will music be heard? Will we all meet again at the end of the world?'

—Men Without Hats

Oblivion


The Last Day

 

Light cringes

   Shudders

      Falls

         Beneath the blackened waves

One billion voices

Scream their last

Unheeded

   Unheard

      Alone.

 

 

Solar System

 

A blazing sun teeters

   Falters

      Falls

Infinite days forgotten

   Unknown

      Gone

 

Its rage dissipates

After such accumulation

Over millennia

   Finally over   

 

I Love You

Let the trumpet call

I’ll stay here.