Lost in the misty heavens

Lost in the misty heavens of my life
I stand in wonder: oh the stars, the moon,
the ebb and flow of tides, sun's rise
and its so sure descend! So soon
I will go on as well. Left only time
of silence where the swell
of void expands.
The universe grows wider, I've been told,
and fast and faster will black energy
push matter forth into the blackest hole.

Does the same order make the high and low
tide alternate within my darkblue soul?
My longing rises, falls, attunes
to its remotest waves. Whatever craves
smoothes out at shore and eases out
in sands of now and past
adrift through firmaments.