Antenna of Time

Antennas fractal by A. Zingler
Antennas by A. Zingler

My heart skips a beat,
Darkness swells and crashes
on the shoals of time –
I can’t see, I can’t breathe.
Spun into a tornado I hurl
my spirit onto the crags,
the molten decadence of hope–
Don’t look for me in the moonlight,
Don’t look for me in the daylight.

Our feet balance on a spire,
the ground howls below,
mountains crushed into stones,
the antenna of time vibrates
with the resonance of souls.
We are not heard, we are not seen,
Don’t look for us in the moonlight,
Don’t look for us in the daylight.

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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