We lived in echoes
Afraid of the present
Our lives fading
Before they ever began
We danced
weightless like
dandelion dust drifting
in golden sky
our drying tears
glittering in fractured light,
like silver shadows,
in an indigo night,
hiding in memories,
forgotten before
they are remembered
as past
left inside the room,
the woman with the translucent hair
and unblinking glass eyes
with which she sees in the empty spaces
the things that once were.
Her hands folded,
skin grey and shimmering
with a thin film of dust.
Inured to endless silence,
a voice that died
burning in her chest,
pulsating scarlet
next to her pale heart.
Blank white walls,
dancing with forgotten color,
dreams that once lived
only to be lost in the room
with the woman
who sees the things in empty spaces.
The stars fell like snow.
Silently.
Above the black desert,
Above the rippling shadows,
dark even against night.
Fragments of whispers;
silvery echoes of another world
drift in between
the gapes
that consume our minds.
Velvet thoughts breathe,
emptiness into our world,
cold and grey,
like a winter that starts within us,
a frozen galaxy
expanding
in the place our soul resides.
