To the Edge and Back

Into the quiet, dark abyss I fall,
my soul, heavy with time, consoles.
What remains is the form absent, unknown.

She walks in beauty,
but still, she roams
to the farthest edge where silence hums.
Into the quiet, dark abyss I fall.

A bird in flight,
carving through endless gray skies,
beyond human sight, beyond Creator's eyes.
What remains is the form absent, unknown.

Fingers trace the grains of time,
and time dissolves, leaving only what withstands.
Into the quiet, dark abyss I fall.

Laughter and whispers in a dream state,
the scent of his lover lingers, awaits.
What remains is the form absent, unknown.

Through the moon-drunken night, she swayed,
to the edge and back again in a trance.
Into the quiet, dark abyss I fall.
What remains is the form absent, unknown.