A soul
Lost
Stolen by the icey grip of emptiness.
With glazed eyes a world without time viewed from behind a mask.
Floating without meaning, nor want, nor hope.
The wheel turning for sake without substance.
A shell of no mass loosing all it once was.
The gray strands of time blending,
But
Without warning,
Light.

Like the powerful golden flood of a sunrise at sea running dreams into the body of the mask.
Time, which held no precence, suddenly stood still.
A low beat freezing for an eternity before speeding to the rhythm of an egals flight
As focus is drawn.
A glint,
A jolt,
A flourish of colour complimented by warmth.

Panic,
Wonder,
Want ensues.
Lines bend and twist
Expectancy becomes questionable.
Time, now joined with the beat of the egal, quicken's.
Silence.
Air held.
Waiting.

Waiting..

Colour
Beauty
Warmth
Embrace
Love

I am complete.
I am unlocked and you where my key.
I love you Megan from the deepest depths of my soul.