Drifting Time
That’s what this feeling is
I look out at a sky and there’s nothing but
Peace.
A darkness
An empty silence that stalks the walls of minds.
Kindness.
Sorrow with a flick. Hint of melancholia
The colour of shying sincerity
Gliding with a gentle stroke
The wrist
Honesty that spoke the test
of drifting.
That’s what this feeling
Is.
Time that I thought was mine, held,
Is there for the rest of the world.
You and me alike.
And that’s ok.
It’s fine.
I’m fine.
Finite.
You and I
Drifting through Space and Time