Formless stillness, confined motion; not rest, serenity.
Colored in reflections of the formless blue. Hung,
halfway between heaven and hell,
white and the black; winged and the horned-
Blues of the colorless,
punctuated by the whispers of the wind.
Messages on the greens of the bystander-
a language sans words, sounds and signs;
scribbled by the reflected yellow threads of above.
Each ripple, each comma; a wrinkle to the eye.
Immune to time and age, and death too;
estranged feels of yesterdays and yester years.
It’s fluidity, the wetness of its being, carried by each drop-
Infinity of shattered dreams clasped in each tear-drop.
restless eternal motion of piscean beings-
Concealed beneath reflective imitation of station.
A pebble thrown tears through body and soul.
Pebble worn all eternity, scars- there remain none.