Until the stars crash, the clouds wave back with whisking foam. Twinking, glowing, black with morning dew to greet this coming you alive.

Until affections rise in reflective ways, as moon and stars unite, with pinions that of a lovers embrace.

To stay, I must until such heaven returns, and reunites with soul to be, believed. Know that I want to, but for me. I will only think of you beneath walking trees, with thoughts small as bugs beneath celestial day. In my own time and wantingly, quietly way.

I fall down.
Into the Depths of Hell
My fate said to be justified
I found myself locked
In the chains of torment.
The truth came to light
Thus
I was repaid. Because
Missing a few debts
Karma found me
This is the way that
Justice was given to
Those who were right
Blessed and grateful
Towards the haven of heaven
I rise up.

It's time
The clock is ticking
I've never worried before
It's ticking backwards
It's here
Time gives birth to  time
Can time be forgiven

Brian Hill - 2019 # 310

Dust filters through their fingers,
each grain slowly slipping away.

Pushing forwards
And feeling the strong repel of backwards.

All that remains now are the ashes
of the dreams that you let die.