Hy-Breasal

As finality draws near
I see the world as ecstacy
beyond transition,
each instant burgeoning delight,
unfolding outwards into endlessness
where every second's thought
becomes eternal,
each moment's choice
a new beginning
reaching to realities unknown
until the present catches up with past
and future hurries by,
time decreasing in echoed infinities
between duration's measure
and hope's treasure
of emerald lands that shout beneath
bright shores by gleaming seas
that welcome evening summer sun
and rafts of stars forever watchful
until I stand breeze-kissed
on peaceful cusp between
the grace of glorious night
and unending ancient days,
beyond all pain and doubt.