Empty Time

The skies do not know of time.
As my breath weaves into the wind
it goes dancing with the clouds,
just before they crumble into million pieces.
Slipping on melting sky
right through the dreams of space

slumbering

In the midst of a gripping journey
the climb to the moon.

You will only understand then,
sinking your toes into the stardust sands
seeing the soul of Earth from above.

Listen closely and you will hear
the beating of a water heart
sending a powerful pulse to the edge of the universe.

Right here.

No ticking clock to capture this moment.
It is all there is.
Nothing of a yesterday, today,
tomorrow

Only existence
forever
flowing.