of ages past
You took yourself away slow and quietly slipping, in microscopically small moments. Too small to notice at first until they came as lightning flashes, a single instant illuminating a dark, mysterious land with the brilliance of daytime. Looking into your eyes, nothing looks back. You no longer see my soul. I am merely a thing to you, something that defines you. I shrink away, not wanting to taste this bitter truth, wanting to remember what was.
You do not remember. You only see what you want to see.
The sky tonight was dancing. Full of ions, of light, of sound, of energy, passion of earth and sky. I blot out a shard of lighting with the palm of my hand and for a split second I believe I could wish it away. But dreams are deeper than that and they remember the answer beyond the crash the tiny, thinned, angelic voices full of singing, from a time of ages past.