Echos on the edge of the abyss

strange time , that we do not see with eyes , but feel
i wanted to fall , slowly into the abyss of dreams and a different sense of reality
hearing my mothers voice in the distant
i felt tangible , and yet not real for a moment everything went silent
voices coming at me from everywhere
stars were on the ground, and the moon above my head
for a brief moment i was apart of something, magnetic forces
i looked over to my twin and knew he was there in that moment
we did not speak because words between us are never needed
everyone else seemed faded except the nature itself
i wanted to gather this moment
i walked here before with parents who passed on, with people long gone , and yet there ghost stay in in the wind of past , future, and present
the wound of my sadness, bleed for a little bit , and my cynical side tried very hard to sew it back up ,but in truth , i will never know
why he was the way he was , and time left an ocean between us filled with both our stubbornness
he can only come to me in dreams of thought and give me the truth in illusions of a child memories
he knows why he needs to say what he needs to say , and yet again the abyss
the echos of the past were there and so was the future
strange colors played on the wall of the mountains
i was home in a different reality of such
then i realize i am always trying to find my place here
i have to understand my place is anywhere i place my feet




Carrie Ann kawa 10/01/2009