..and it's gone,
in a drop,in a whisper like wave
that stretched beyond water.
and it's quiet,
in a moment,on a dance
muffled by song,the one
that shouted loudest.
and it drips,
among the sand grains,through the light
that carried marks,the writing
fading as no ink would ever last.
and it's late,
in no time of hours,when
is nothing but a blink,the word
forgot it's saying,in a glimpse
it was,it is.