I hold that small comfort
That even the stars share our mortality
That the heavens are not eternal spheres
Mocking in their perpetual solitude.
Tumultuous is heaven
Reflected here on earth
Becoming brilliant bursts of light
Or bodies fading to obscurity
Nothing holds true
No permanence will be found
Not even god
Escapes the reaper’s scythe
When we return to the garden
Clothed in naked innocence
May we find that eternity
Or fade and never know our lies
Paradox 