As the great beings
flew across dark space.
Bits of dead light
and dust.

Reaching out
forever towards
that grasping hand,
frozen in time.

It was a sparkling light,
more like absence of darkness
on the featureless plains
empty and vacant.

It came in a breeze,
Chilling at first
Then, soft- a warm thing
Corsing and surrounding

I let it in
to my very center
to feel it,
I feel love.

cracked glass,
thinly sliced.
void of perfection,
it is beautiful.

written word,
of split sound.
ringing,
in open space.

a quiet blank.
pendulum stopped.
my mind is yerning.
i feel with my memories,
trying to secure a thought.
Reaching out,
grabbing the long since dead.
I hold, clinging to the past.
as the world passes me by.

Tangled limbs
And smiling faces.
I can feel her here,
Where she laid.
Simply Mental warmth.

Outside…
It snows.

Broken free
of frayed edges.
On the brink of complete
and enveloping darkness.
Staring down... down
into it.
It had been here all along.
Awoken only when i
began to wonder.

Flightless black
pulling down...
A cancer of sorts.
I call its name,
and inside ME
the reply sounds

Pieced together,
Stitched cloth.
Taken from life.
Stolen, bargained.
As I see her face gain a smile
I add to my patchwork.