Beyond the Fifth Season

A Moonflower whose ivory petals gaze upward

Photo by Lahiru Supunchandra on Unsplash

Pray, it IS worth dying for
this Fifth Season
where hearts stop beating
minds stop dreaming
souls stop longing
when those budding in youth
are briskly escorted
by angels to that land of in-between
as their glossy petals
gleaming jewels
fall from the sky?

Here, the north wind gently blows
a rapture, a hurricane
hugging their bodies in ecstasy
because they dared to gaze
at life’s ethereal beauty
be so bold as to wish upon a star
on what She has to offer-
more sun-shower days
followed by sultry summer nights
warming toes in the sand while
blanketing supple skin in the healing tides of the ocean
a lunar gift
for another century of seasons
as is expected.