Hush now, darling.
Surrender makes it easier
in the end.
Can't you hear the
ivy-creeping-quiet?
Descending.
Please hush, my sweet one.
Green - lush and deep
and verdant.
Swelling.
We are consumed.

I have seen your tears -
distant burning suns
pricking specks of silver
in the canvas of this nighttime sky.
Be at peace, my love,
To endure.
I have cried a universe,
waiting for silence.