Little earth.
Hollow space.
You stretch beyond time and age.
Old, young, new and rot.
A life of wonder for what was not.
Years ago I heard a voice
call from above the fray.
Then I kissed the cheek of clatter
and spun a web of silence.
Why do we wait so long to breathe?
Why do we hate to wait?
The one that calls
from beyond the stars
gives life to conquer fate.

Vania Gotts
Sep 12, 2016