Oblivion
'Will Jenny be older? Will music be heard? Will we all meet again at the end of the world?'
—Men Without Hats
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.