Life speaks itself at the flicker of a lantern
bridging the gaps of the heart strings for a fraction
and then disappearing

Melting on the silence of the fireflies like
dreaming clouds of the winter
effervescent blindly

Life spearheads itself into the deepest chasms
watchful for the oncoming spurts of unknown
and frightful always

Whispering on the darkness of watchers
whisking down the road of the past
coloured dark blue and grey

Life has passed me by like time
crawling along at its own providence
harming no one