I have plans for that day
On a chair I shall sit, facing the window
Open to the still sky beyond
To count the idle patch of clouds before I sleep.
My diary I will clasp it to my heart
Open to this page, reading these words
Of the poem I longed to read.
When thus I shall freeze along every one
This page shall freeze, so shall these words.
Yet its fossils like echoes will sound throughout
an endless darkness
cold and quiet.
Waiting for the reunion of the five elements of life.
Wreekk
