Coming To Terms

Coming to the terms of life 

Is difficult I, sense but with

With winds that came across

Patting my back with 

Reassurance that life holds

More than what I, expected

And made me move along

Swaths of grass and asked

Me to take in the fragrance,

Devoured the freshness 

From the mist of serenity,

Walked into the portals

Of nothingness, where I could

Feel the hollowness of eternity

And a mere of thought of no pain 

And no rain of happiness,

Moves towards the infinity of lives

Where life is nothing a matter

Of living during the course of breaths

We take in order to rein the horses

Of uneven moments, love and loss

Is a matter of wants and wishes,

Embers of past are mere spangles

In the amber of feelings, parchment

Of heart seeks feathers of flights

To fly in the Elysium of silence,

Where no matter exists and 

No distance matters, now nothing

Matters to me as life is a matter

Of continuity or lives or for eternity

I seek the hollowness of destiny,

Where destiny would wonder 

To be what's the matter and point 

Of its own existence and entity