Time Flow


I stand on the edge of land.
An island of sand and rock
Suspended in a void,
My arm outstretched.
A river of chaos, deep, violent in its turbulence,
Calming in it's relentless, soft, passionate invitation,
Streaming at my feet.

You stand on the edge of land.
An island of sand and rock
Suspended in a void,
Your arm outstretched.
I reach across the chasm,
Your fingertips touch mine,
Our hands clasp.

You stand on the edge of land.
Poised, waiting... imagining...
The rush of this dream, this energy of light, of mind.
A blue-white torrent of time and where it might take us,
Coursing, thrumming, churning.
To tumble us as toys in its plasma stream of light,
Ripped, pummeled, tossed in the turbulence.
To deposit us on the edge of land - our land
Our creation.
Our path.
Mended, intertwined, loved.
Home.