Wonders

In the room of the secretive sun,
gold heat circled my body.

In the room of the mysterious moon,
100 silver faces wailed sadly into the sky, their cold breath misty, and foggy.

In the room of settling stars,
pearls rolled down black hills of emptiness, like a blur of twinkling lights.

In the room of glass,
mirrors lay shattered, strewn into the night.

In the room of floating thoughts,
Ghosts of words hovered eerily above a whirling abyss.

In the room of time,
Clocks of every kind ticked, watching the seconds on the infinite waiting list.

In the room of freezing frost,
Icy blue layers coated houses and chairs.

In the room of life,
Colours burst, and the gold sun beamed.

In the room of death,
Black filled the room.
A single coffin lay still.
All was gone.