Writer1326

Being immortal means I watch the seasons change,

quicker than a mortal eye can blink. 

Though, I appreciate the beautiful range-

of colors of fall, it does not fill the sink-

hole in my immortal heart. 

I am certain that I am forever changing,

like the moon, who has different phases. 

I am certain that like the moon, I am drawn to the sea.

The peaceful sound of the waves creating music on the shore.

My sun-

the only one,

I long for.

As the shore-

longs for the-

mysterious sea.

It’s secrets a key-

to the space between-

the moon and stars.

Vast like a ravine,

Many say fate is set in stone,

like hieroglyphs hung up on walls. 

That tells stories to all. 

Some say fate is crystal clear,

That it’s something not to fear.