...As the proceedings progress, something shifts within the darkness, fathomless eyes holding watch in deep contiplation and regard. Within the winds the serene and utterly haunting words mingle with the nights winds drifting to only one...
Thoughts race and whirl
behind eyes that flash,
The silver thread reaches out
for connection
as the dance begins
on a knifes edge
that sparks
and cuts the night.
The cry's a song
that rises on the wind
in a chorus with,
so many others
until the voices are one,
Eternal lovers in an eternal bliss
of passage.
A call of joy and grief,
of lonely souls in transit
from here -
to there
of faces that wear lives
nd eyes that speak death
In a game where
trust is the key.
Colours race, red and silver,
as the balance shifts,
paths reform
and the strong give in,
withdraw to a point,
Until there is nothing but
that moment-
