The stars themselves seemed to whisper their secrets,
An endless shimmering light into the conflict of the world,
Which has no end and a beginning at each step along,
Where time is but an instant and we are all eternity,
We live only in a dream of death or life as it may be,
Yet we love not our lives so much that we should ever change them,
To be what we are meant to be, to have this love which we possess.

© chill_watermelon