Palpitating, pulsating, playing for aeons
I rode the wavering waves of time.
Imploding, I lay spent in an inky void
exploding, shattering, scattering sparkly dust.
You are but, bits of me
gently streaming, floating by.
In the beam for a while
meeting, cavorting, dancing, loving
dispersing white, serene blue sky *.
Drifting apart, melting into the dark
eventually saying goodbye.
All alone, pall of grey
stumbling, grieving, seeking
till hurts heal and tears dry.
Is it destiny or is it chance
specks float from afar, come close by
cross paths, tangle and collide
a tantalising tango of eternal dance.