The tilting turning pendulum
of evanescent fleeting waves;
a sacred glance, hearts beating drum,
this never ending winding maze.
Each momentary truth woven
in snapshots bundled shifting past;
my disbelief suspends broken,
mirages captivate at last.
And as each colour, sound creates
these shifting patterns painted on
the void and dark, a spark awaits
to constantly create the dawn.
And as the dance less danced once more
to weave and sew the fraying seams,
I watch the rhythmic pounding shore
all merge into my deathless dreams.