the forms

catefrances

the forms, they appear
as if dancing on air
gossamer fine and lighter than a butterfly's kiss
they hold us close and enter our being
we can not deny them and it is good
this is what weve longed for
yet never dared to ask
in case our spirits end up dashed
against the rocks thrown from above

the forms, spherical in shape dissolve
and become you and i
and everything we know fades away
for it matters no more what came before or what is still yet to come
time is an illusion and there is only the now we live in
there is pattern in the movements of the unknown
and the desert farmers reap all we sow
for it is harvest time and the damage has been done