Let Me Pen You With Forever Rhyme

Let me pen you with forever rhyme and warm your heart PAST end of time! Let me press your flesh in boundless tome of endless leaves that choose a doom Earth’s frail seasons bless (like butterfly embracing arc, enjoined to die). Fate has twists and turns that reason can’t discern. What’s right perspective? Plant dreams with promise on first ground you see? Your lack of thought’s humility? True, man’s reason seems quite flawed (of late), still death some dream’s a door to fate that Christ died for (and a worthy goal!) His gift meant to make others whole! If His motive seems like joke (more gaff), what reason’s there you’ve right to laugh? Friend, though universe exists, each star will barely strum one note of bar of symphonic role that ends in what time’s science views a hollow lot! But we’re here! Are we not here? What came along? What cause then sparked our flame? Is cold endless death life’s end? Could be! Why rush to cry? Eternity is beyond the reach of reasoned rhyme, but stars’ deaths gave mind birth in time. What’s the wonder man’s will smile on man? Imagine thought’s life if you can as LOVE separate, defining soul? There’s purpose here beyond ghosts’ goal. Brian Johnston 1st of April in 2023