Journey's End

Journey’s End

Does the metronome beat of the clock ever end?
I watch the shadow’s birth and as it fades away,
infusing the world with obsidian hues,
I feel the earth’s insistent movement.
It yields to its destiny as it revolves in
a continuous circle. Another day has passed.

I grasp for the moment – but it has passed
leaving behind a wake that has no end.
Like a fragile tower of children’s blocks in
the void, it teeters but does not fall away.
It has found its purpose in movement
as it paints the universe in artificial hues.

Moving through atramentarious hues,
building upon a foundation of all that’s passed,
time itself is reduced to simple movement.
Motion is life. Stillness is the final end.
Inception began as a journey away.
Perhaps the end will be a journey …"in".

I pause to wonder: as time collapses in
will the void recolor itself in stygian hues
reformed from bits collected in travels away?
Will we collect the time that has passed
until, in a moment’s breath, we reach the end
of a journey whose purpose was only movement?

Such thoughts are halted by the movement
caused by the dance of shadows that form in
my field of vision. It is another day’s end
that proclaims its nature in darkling hues.
This artifice that I call time has passed;
another cycle completed and gone away …

… away from what is to what was. Away -
and in that instant, there is movement
that celebrates existence from what passed.
Perhaps each moment is like the Phoenix in
that it rises from its own ashes, its celebratory hues
blinding us to the ultimate end.

Further and further away, a star-filled heart beats in
constant movement, painting the universe in time’s hues
until all motion has passed and we reach our journey’s end.

An entry for the May round of "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Open
Form: Sestina  
Line Limit: None
Line Count: 39

atramentarious – ink like
stygian - infernal; hellish