Passing

Look, look:

look up, don't look away

see your tears are stairways

for the dead to walk across

lest they go astray

for their twilight is long

No, just beginning,

and they mustn't hear your wails

though

There's time for that love too to mourn

to sorrow fully wail

in tomorrow's twilit beams

- mourn the passing of a storm-

look up at the drops of dust that carry inward

to specks of light that fade

Whisper, scream, for the world is buried

but death,

not dies today

look upon the shorelines,

set them in mind's eye

trace the jagged branches of the trees

that trace and kiss the sky

run a finger through these traces

breathe them in

and breathe them out

look to twilight's searing blindness

forward on your path

true change is not in dying

the dying lies within:

for no change at all

to pass unlit,

and carry unseen

is when our journey ends