falling...
Time and space; silken threads
Thoughts and memories a broken web
Images flow with increasing speed
Devouring emotions on which they feed
darkness...
Black and seemingly eternal
Forever - just a blink of the infernal
Dread only a grimace away
From the divine to which we pray
landing...
Hard earth scented with decay
Birth site of the cycles which obey
The laws of nature supreme
The word of the heavenly being
sight...
Green orbs speckled with gold
Freedom from apathy only to be sold
To serve ad infinitum
The sons of the Sun
journey...
Sands shift underfoot, blasting heat
Destiny but a distance to meet
A breathing message to all
That from the table of grace, one may fall.