the lonely

the jungle is sweating
and this heart is beating
as open pores expel
toxic love,
the warm light excels
the photosynthetic process
striving to be in routine
with life's cycle.
the canopy kindles this soul
as patterns of light and shadows
depict a tangible painting,
as the leaves sway to a silent sound
deepening wavelengths
pull this mind to the ground.
the jungle sleeps
as the night sky glows
stars combust to their death
billions of galaxies away
they shine on for an eternity
but their heat is felt,
and gradually there will be a time to melt,
and we too, will shine for an eternity,
for this is the last galaxy.