earth crumbles from between my veins,

lighting paths beneath my skin,

singing melodies that weave braids

of colours unknown to me; it is still

and the night is long, as I gaze

up at the heavens and bathe in

the glow of the celestial bodies;

it feels soft and feather-light,

drifting amongst the stars in my eyes,

I swim in thoughts that compete

to drown out the others; it is all

fun and games, it almost seems

to say; I raise my glass to toast

the invisible hosts of my dream,

as they dance and make music,

making the constellations glimmer all

the brighter; a single candle flickers out

and the sky explodes into bursts

of light, bathing my head in a timeless

wreath of colour; what is wrought

from ancient words is known as

deathless, as sand slips from between

my fingertips and the star swirl

above my head, until motionless.