[i want to die looking at the stars,]

[i]

I want to die looking at the stars,
contemplating their deaths across the screen of my eyelids;
weeping tears of realization:
  huge glistening droplets
pulled from Ymir's crown like pomegranate seeds
as the sadness fills me.

[2]

the black rolls out into blank night and
the leaves glow white under the pale blade of moon.
stillness settles like dew across the trees and,

inhaling,
  i feel the weight of the ground beneath me,
that enormous history of Life and Death and
the terrible shock of Change that folds itself quietly
into everything.