a dance between skies

Something unseen lingers above, 

casting veils over the paths we tread. 

Each fleeting breath connects us

to the floating skies beyond, 

to the whispers within.

Between beginnings and endings, 

the now unfolds, echoing softly. 

Each dawn opens like a wandering tide, 

carrying fragments of yesterdays, 

weaving stories anew, timeless yet transient.

The expanse stretches endless, 

and within its reach, quiet hopes reside. 

Moments ignite like sparks in shadows, 

illuminating the way, ever shifting, 

the rhythm of existence-

a dance between skies.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Yes, life always includes echoes of yesterday as well as the possibilities of tomorrow, as we navigate our way through life, all the while with real time editing thoughts from that voice within our own heads, evaluating it as a group of moments that cur into the epic tale of your life.
It's just a pity that the editor let's us make so many mistakes we regret making, although they do usually end on the cutting room floor and we can hope no one witnessed them and we somehow got away with it. 😃

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Lorry, there is both a poignant and promising air about the 'cutting room floor' image. The unexpurgated life is quite a curious animal to live with. Most appreciated🕊️🙏🏻