Black and white
Light and Dark.
My soul rests beside me,
as I recline in my seat.
Filled with wonder,
I contemplate his purpose.
I stare through where eyes should be
into a strange darkness,
An infinitely empty space.
Deep in the pools of black
a faded light, Barely visible.
The light begins to grow,
It flashes blindingly bright.
the light lasts but a moment
before it shrinks to a spec
never lit again.

A ship in the distance grows nearer,
Drawing ever closer,
But once it’s close enough to board,
the engines roar to life.
Reaching for the ladder,
as the ship moves out of reach,
Your hands grasp nothing but air
A ship that never really,
*Was ever there.

A ship in the distance grows nearer,
Drawing ever closer,
But once it’s close enough to board,
the engines roar to life.
Reaching for the ladder,
as the ship moves out of reach,
Your hands grasp nothing but air
A ship that never really,
*Was ever there.

Deaths are like tally marks on your mind.
They are charcoal black tick marks
that build on your subconscious,
never fading to scars.
Some are merely penciled in,
like the death of an aunt you never knew.
However the death of someone close cuts deep into you;
a constantly fresh wound.
Never scarring, never healing, it only festers.
But watching someone die burns a dark wound into your brain,
a permanent scorched mark,
the insignia of a life taken forever,
branded onto your thoughts.
We can never remove our tallies and
they only build over time,
our mind growing darker from past sufferings.
But when all that remains is what caused it in the beginning: death.
you become just another tally on those you loved.

A random chance,
Fraction of a second.
But coincidence or fate,
Two dimensions poised
Divergent courses take a tangent
An intersection never meant to be.
What they lack in time together
Is made up for in passion.
For a fraction of a second
They become one.
The Moment Rests,
hung in silent tranquility,
In that perfect little piece,
of Eternity.

Can't it always be this way
why do people change,
why does time move on.
we struggle against a current
that pulls our body one way,
but the soul another.
It pulls my hand from your grasp,
desperately struggling
to hold the precious memory
of a time long since past.

They think they see through the prison that they call home
I see them all around me
Their Eyes with tinted seals
A one way mirror.
Unescapable, improbable, impossible.
How they think they can live
In this cage
Nothing but an observer
Of a wild illusion
Life is what holds them
Rooted to a false reality.
But true freedom will never begin
Until someone sets them free.