|Waves of disruption, a thousand shadows spun another tear ran dry,
Into the chasms of despair as here another piece of my soul again dies,
My sanctuary dwelling here in the in-between in a waterfall of emotion,
Leaving emptiness in its path where these dreams play in slow motion.
For in this realm a grasp into the past, that won’t still my hand nor heart,
This wingless ride through the years, slighted whispers bleeding from breath,
By Devi Ramsaran
© 2015 Devi Ramsaran (All rights reserved)