When the sun exploded, how mortal I felt.
I had never witnessed such beautiful colours and tones.
A tear for Cleobis and Biton, preserved in Delphic stone.
The flowers bloomed, gilded with gold as everything fell apart.
Trees uprooted, sparrows sung and the wind it roared
Hawthorn and heather and gorse and willow, all stripped from the ground.
The warmest tear rolled down my cheek, because
I would never experience this moment again.
And if you told me I could live this all, once more, well
I don't think I would have the strength.
The pain in your chest of crying for your lover
The warm embrace as you die with your brother
With childish eyes, I watched the sky
Split along with our dreams.
A cathartic release.
The bird song gleams.