Ether

You want to capture the eternal, enjoying every (bite)
the ether in the spring hanging from sea rocks
Ever eroding in splintered simplicity
You wonder if you are being watched
if the waves will wash across your forehead after death
or if seed weed will curl around your fingers
and colored beams of light twist through your throat
in the murky waters of after life, ever Blooming
Still and somber kiss undercurrents of joy
an ever-continuing web, of she-he
He-she, child-wo-man
(tomb stones and falling petals)
words repressed and sentiments appeased
Little did she know the storm would rage
at the stroke of midnight, at the moment when
All beings cease to exist