Orchards of Eternity

Row. Row. Row. Row.
Staring to the end;
Watching the trees,
Play the scenes,
Like an ancient film;

Slide. Slide. Slide. Slide.
Scenes of images unseen,
Broken by the line of trees;
Fragments of the whole;

Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
I focus I eternity;
The disappearing lines converge,
But what I miss when my eyes close,
Is more than all I see.