Blur

Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
 
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
 
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
 
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
 
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
 
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
 
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
 
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
 
Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...
 
Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
 
 
 
 

Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan