Clock strikes midnight
Silent chime
World is still
Stopped in time

Mouse he stops incessant gnawing
Spider still in centre-point
Moth-wings flutter, spirit soaring
Body rests in soul's anoint.

Mouthing letters flame and fire
Climbing steps of nothingness
Sweet flute plays with a lyre
Heart and mind know Otherness

There's a whisper in the silence,
But no letters, words, or form,
It's the whisper of Awareness,
It's the shout of self-reform.

There's a flame still in the fire,
Waiting for your breath of life
Breathing kisses to inspire
Breathing, waiting, to ignite.