The list is lost

the list is lost
of all hoping for naught
all dreadful tears
all nightmare brand fears
of all hours waking
moments spent faking
all lustful ambitions
release of inhibitions

the reaper has gone
all fields lay long
no more seed to sow
no more roots will grow
all winds hush their words
songs cease in the birds
the earth stops the turn
both to freeze and to burn

the sky shuts its eyes
blind to the other skies
all of them peering in the dark
all of them bright and stark
some of them still aglow
most of them burnt out long ago
in the deep they glisten
their light merely fiction

this space stained with stones
a listless floating bed of bones
when all is returned
all bridges are burned
all recedes into itself
back to the nucleus of the cell
into the chaos and unknown
where the tiny seed was sown