Salt – A Poem.

                    Salt.

Sea smell washes inland caught in tidal wind, salt and wonder and endless time.

Fire dances upon the ashes of its former self, cycles of life and energy circle in a orange hue.

Smoke surges upward, away from the the light and life toward black cold, skyward up and up to join its kin.

Clouds loom doomed to stare at all below, metamorphosing to block the sun and harbour the rains, tears of fate.

Space omnipresent holding everything with nothing, unseen, never unfelt, the canvas which all is writ. 

Stars and stars punctuate the black, portals to far off galaxies holding life and strife.

Galaxy omits life and death and all and nothing, unseen from inside, hailed as beautiful gods from afar.

Universe ends in magnificence, godly in creation and destruction, harbinger, giver, gargantuan, feeble.

End of universe but a raindrop in a stormy sea, tides wash inland bringing the smell of salt and wonder and endless time.

Thanks for reading. Aaron Farrell JK(Jedi Knight)