At twilight, I sometimes allow myself to sit on the edge of an abyss.
Silhouetted against the window of creation,
The universe is my curtain.
And when I look down, I see a volcano’s fire-breathing chasm,
See those evil vapours of Earth’s dragons hurling up.
In it is the cosmic dust of human triumphs and endeavours, the wandering youth
In their suicide missions to find hope and love.
Look at all those remnants of virtue, love, genius and bravery!
You can play me a violin concerto by Vivaldi, or an angry song about angst
by hardcore punk,
It so really doesn’t matter in the end. It’s all the same cacophony of human pain and sorrow.
You can show me a sea that paves the morning sky anytime.
With turquoise waves which burst in silver light,
They speed and crash as they drive closer to the perilous shore!
Look at those clouds which roll through the sky,
Creating islands of drifting souls which rain on all that is and will ever be.
At times I so want to be an astronaut!
Look down at spaceship Earth for hours, days on end!
Experience its immensity and its painful fragility, yes weak yet extraordinarily beautiful!
That is all, all I want, and I would be happy in life and in death.
Enjoy the silence, listen to the blood drain away from my veins,
Relish in that eternal sleep,
Goodnight, sleep tight!