Upon the river of time
,flowing in magnitude
greater in solitude
.of the quiet endless stream
On the outskirts of reality
where nothingness takes flesh
and form
something like a quiet prayer
.or a song echoing along
The stone wall is adorned with depictions
,some in motion – others perfectly still
.content
That’s the beauty of creation
.it's that giddy fascination
,In a world where the mirror reflects
as you move your hand
and both warmth and life
.flourishes around you