A timeless force has enshrouded all that the conscious mind can conceive
The sullen slither bewitched to quiver which grasp in a fleeting reprieve
Rejoicing gasp and hope filled clasp you\'ll find that nothing is there
Intangibly palpable, temperate, infallible, so much, more, aware.
Melancholy the folly, the fluster, the plight; be it by moon or sheathed by light
It cuts into hearths rhythmic sights as oceans befall at kneeling heights
Flowing through silky strands of sin, no keener can be, kinder or kin
In the end, life is where we began, in the end... its just thee.