Held in that embrace,
that tight fisted grip you have on my soul.
Pre-empted by shadows of twisted light.
Air circulates in spinning rhythms.
Falling into the down, perfect, comforting.
Parallel shades dancing into eternity.
Soft humming of night and all it's secrets.
The other side of the mirror seems so solid.
Tiny trinkets cluttering the space.
Washing away any hint of hidden depth. |
Submission Name: candid
