people come and go,
souls touch our essence
some rock our psyche to the core
other's hum sweet lullabies
in every instance
we are changed by generosity or malcontent
hit by incandescence's stark light,
perhaps plunged to total darkness
every breath we inhale of another's poetry,
our indulgences austere or elaborate
leaves an imprint within our chamber
housing love, hate and indifference
into eternity's vast ocean of insights
of our own reflective perception of vision
divination's flowing through our wings
touched by angels subliminal prophecies