We are all clear that all this will end. Entropy
Is entropy after all. The leaves fall, the flowers
Die, youth disappears, milk spoils…okay the list
Can get a little depressing. Everything changes
into something else although what that is… I think
Somebody said everything becomes light but maybe
That was just me. All information starts to dissolve
Into the jello mold of consciousness. You pick the
Color. Citations and sources start to blend. I figure
A general letter of thank you to all the involved
Parties will suffice. It is a pretty image though.
Becoming light when everything changes into
Something else. Sounds good physics to me.
And And I’d like to think that all the lucky ones
Are blazing like suns somewhere both close and far.
Along with the Romanovs, the Bourbons, the Hapsburgs
Even the Borgia, everybody gets to glitter. It’s nice to
See the falling leaves flash into light. We all become light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem