Time is a moment, lengthened
Stretched, but ever fluid,
Not stationary but ever moving
I formation of forth and back.

It is the crest upon a traveling
quantum consciousness,
We are here, behind, staring
At what is enviable.

Time is conscious thought,
That which we think later is
A thought happened in the
Past, weaving to the now
And remembered as If never
Knowing that we always had it.

We are a sting of moments,
Time is but a ticking clock, we
Are living are existence.
Past, present, future are a
locking mechanism of
Consciousness that we have
Yet in a infinite moment,
To properly unlock.

I Gaze upon you, flooding
Senses with you beauty,
I reach to touch, wanting to
Be there to absorb your radiance
My midnight blue.

Can I fathom this moment
As if time stands still for me,
To take it in the scope of
What glances upon my eyes.

I wish to gaze once more, but
My time in your beauty fades,
As I will wait for you tomorrow.
Always looking up anticipating
That moment, eyes glance once
More, ever waiting till our paths
Meet, my eyes wait once more.

Airless beauty seen
Unimaginable void
Stars hypnotic view.

A hearts tears now weeping in drowning pain
Isn't it my hearts wish for redemption
You spoke but of your feared moments again
But then uttered words of loves dimensions
There is but one and its never so strained
Love is but a feeling an extension
We then pondered soulful moments explained
Weeping eyes meet upon breaking tensions
Hands greeted upon tears, collapsing chains
Our hand were a beat held in suspension
Emotions were lit, pride by both remained
One simple kiss cleared all that was mentioned
Love, hearts, life kept us always entertained
We are what our souls and hearts intentioned

I seek the silence, the quiet
Nothingness but tranquil
Thoughts. Moments intense
Seconds count ever down,
Till serenity is achieved within
My thoughts.

It wasn't always this way
The noise deafened me within
My walls. Anarchy bleed sound
Next door neighbours, raised till
The point of violence, I quenched
Her moods with one foot forward
Noise upon steps, screams then silence.

All was silent, peace in my moment
But  Castle has four walls, And with
One voiceless the others heard more,
Above was as if to come through my
Sight, Inviting those above to fall to my
Place of peace, to corrupt my silence.

Unlocked, Invited to quench the
Noise that permeates upon my
Essence. In tranquil solitude
Bathed in silence, I invite them
To sink into the abyss, I silence
The anger of needed silence.

So many moments of diluted lives
Now silenced, never to interrupt
My moment of deathly quite.
For silence is peace, tranquillity
For those silenced, needing to hear
The clarity of my vision of peace of
mind. for any that disturb my
Tranquillity will be suppressed  by **death.

I am one voice I am alone
But I hear a ringing in the
Distance,  It could be imagined
I could be only one in this land
Of perpetual darkness.

Could there be anyone else but
Me, I hear echoes as if something
Far but near, I am in the vastness
Of a blinding white, There has
To be more to this than me.

"I run in blackness never a direction seen"
"I run though blinded by what isn't seen"

I reach this edge as if a finite space,
Mirrored, contorted images,
An aura of what that which is
Opposite to me.

Running until I hit upon a enclosed space,
I see a detachment of what is viewed.
I'd look upon, as my features blinded
By this reflection of confusion, bathed
In purest puzzlement.*

I touch the boundary
I touch upon  the confines

"Yours"*
"Ours"

Palms  grasp upon each, a moment of clarity
As what was single parts unite as a merged
Thought of right or wrong, a conscience,
Of two parts that on meeting became the
Same but singularly separated. Voices that
Speak in sync, but always different
together and apart as *one.