Spaces

The quiet shift between spaces

silence waiting like a dying bloom captured

pressed for saving then forgotten

till found in the days of tomorrow.

Turning one into another as chapters move

like ghosts from thoughts of another drifting through

the space of time and thought

caught up between the dark and light.

Eyes linger over the edges of letters

following like the train tracks into the horizon

knowing it leads to a destination unknown,

eagerly waiting to find the scenery

ever-changing as moments roll by.

There is always something hanging unseen

dancing between the faded parchment

dreams inspired in the empty air

as it is subtly moved with each flick of fingers,

solid held and energy felt

flowing through with the scent of history

embedded in the bridge and cover

a story of itself untold.