Our own meeting has no end , no outer shell, it does not float. It only searches within its depths to find a bottom to pitch its anchor and looses itself within the colours of an ever changing earth. Without air it gets carried away and shines like a fire, unquenched and remote from evil tongues and envious eyes. Ostracizing dark thoughts and delighting within its womb. It remembers from always and lives on forever and within the moonlit dust it travels upon wings. An aura which is immaterial and wonders intoxicated it sings you an icy lullaby..