time standing still
gliding friction moments
of breath held within
past memories flickering in
the light
sounds of distant laughs
departure from home
feeling of scent
eyes lips and whispers from the abyss
elevations that only abandonment can afford
with souls who travel unbound
lifting swaying swung into abyss
will there ever be a time as this
so unweilding
lending to the blankness that is what it is
sound light and smells all circle time and space
eclipse
dark light closes in
life as it is does not in reality
exist
