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.