Sheltered in whispers it hung featureless
in this forge of bleak creation. All was
hidden upon retrospect that had past
but lingered within this envelope of slate
undertones where all was neither free.

A lingering shade upon the breath of
unheard thoughts subsided from its
pedestal. And incoherently wondered
the featureless ocean of nothingness
below. Like a beacon calling it inclined.

Like a branch extending outwards it
collected itself on this form. Within
its incandesce was form corroded by
the tides of charcoal suffering endured.
Each just momentarily lingered on this.

Enriched by what was depicted by
expression on each others features
they just stayed static. lingering in
this concealed moment and to each
others sight they saw only beauty.