people come and go,

souls touch our essence

some rock our psyche to the core

other's hum sweet lullabies

in every instance

we are changed by generosity or malcontent

hit by incandescence's stark light,

perhaps plunged to total darkness

every breath we inhale of another's poetry,

our indulgences austere or elaborate

leaves an imprint within our chamber

housing love, hate and indifference

into eternity's vast ocean of insights

of our own reflective perception of vision

divination's flowing through our wings

touched by angels subliminal prophecies