After the Promise is Fulfilled
Eternity is dawn forever, dawn
Across a sky without horizons: light
Is never tinged by night or darkness. Fawn
Eyes deepen in their beauty and their sight
Among immortal branches, bringing new,
Fresh leaf shapes further than the hint of death.
Potentially it promises no view,
Though. Clarity as clear as breathless breath
Will fill mere space. A wall-less, floor-less bank
Of nothingness will make a sceneless scene,
Not least because the final iris sank
When entropy turned all into ravine.
Bright spring — or frozen crematorium?
Bleak physics prophesies a vacuum.