In Aeternum

In silence where gold traces gleam,
where time dissolves yet holds its dream.
Where shadows steal the light of day,
one thought remains …
I chase it away.

I walk through dreams, in a breath, I’m caught,
like a breeze that whispers what time forgot.
Half here, half there, yet nowhere quite,
my soul, it dances in mystic light.

In waves of time a hunch sleeps deep,
as the past still flickers, haunting her sleep.
Steps fade to dust as shadows stay,
a whispered thought drifts back my way …
“Seul, même au milieu du monde.”