Mountains swing by like waves, drifting carelessly on the road,
eye's fixated on the dimming twilight,
mirages that touch skin cold but real,
peel back clouds to reveal emptiness,
or infinity.
Hand is clenched to mimic that love that soothed to sleep,
parallel in body, but folded into each soul,
divided by space, but united by mind,
held breathe paints landscapes in gold,
or black.
Endless bubbles float helplessly with different scenes,
pestered and assaulted by time,
gripped at the throat by one's self,
fall back into your own heart where it is warm
and smile.
