Death is a Tough Thing to Face...

I have risen in the Winter sky
Where a thousand comets fly,
Streaks of light and wonder whirling
Above my head,
As emotions twirling I turn to the piercing stars and ask,
"Why?"
They don't reply.

[Inspired by a question about Proteus]

To Proteus

I wade to foreign shores,
Its allures too strong to tarry
Longer midst the quiet waves

By what means I came to land
Upon this sand so gold cannot
Be told from memory.
My past now dimmed in shadow,
Yet lo, I stand in light,
In delight at sights and sounds
On ground so rich and verdant
To my senses awed

Blazen pink and peach
On blossoms reaching to the azure sky
While tinkling flowers bud
And bloom, and mushrooms
Softly boom in mellow tones