The experience of traveling time, the actual sensation of past beyond the known human realm must be amazing. This poem is dedicated to those also-so-wacky-angst-filled-time-challenged mutants that we all know and love to write about. Standard Disclaimers apply and yadda yadda.
A Sight Beyond Forever
by Riana
In the middle of silence
stood a light
Pervading the stillness;
falling like a sound in the void.
Invading the spaces of eons born and gone;
twisting glimpses of beyond
before.....before...
A portion barely wide
enough a thought,
a mind screaming in pain, in awe
of the moments of
eternity,
passing quietly - unseen
except for the presence of one tiny
spark.
A glimmer in the fabric;
bursting out in a shaft of uneven light.
Illumination in the earthly night
like the birth of a new sun
or
the first breath in a new world
and reality sets in,
leaving only a
dazed and confused traveler
alone in the night
forgetting what no
mortal can comprend
or should
the sight of beyond forever.