surely you are like sunlight
which one can live without
but would it be gloomy all the day
and impossibly dark at night
we live in finite hours, that slip on
while the lone saxophone of
the apocalypse blares echoing
through empty midnight streets
the seconds will tick down
from where the age completes
till all matter evaporates
and heaven is all that is here
doom is not so very deep
that it drowns out other voices
to find that the silence of light
can withstand all the din
and remain all that is left
our kiss, that begins eternity
a nameless flower