I hand myself over to you,
transcribed into the sound of hypnotic whisper,
promising heavens, and astral flights.
It takes moments to take off into planes of light,
a gravity free delirium calls,
I weightlessly entered through a translucent wall.
In this place, words are blown by a current
of the cosmic wind,
debris of my soul has vanished into abyss
filled with everlasting cry.
In this place, the emotion of a dream is tangible and real,
overriding any reason, overpowered by a desire…to fly.
Copyright: Katija Pineiro, 2013, October 13, 2013!
A. S. Byatt, “Possession,” Book 2
“This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?”
“We can be quiet together, and pretend – since it is only the beginning – that we have all the time in the world.”
“And every day we shall have less. And then none.”
“Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?”
“No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love,
we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.”
– A.S. Byatt, Possession (Source: http://www.shmoop.com/time-travelers-wife/epigraph.html )
Music Inspiration: “Paradise” by Heinz Felber, Austria