Gyre

Days
Days when I was lost
Lost in the universe
I was given a hand.

A hand that brought me closer
Closer to my seismic duty.
Closer to the fashion of my soul.

Many have left.
Journeys mistaken.
Toes upon the gurneys,
Unbalanced with the time.

Now that I am here
Here in this dreamscape
I see you clearly, but we talk as if strangers.

Moments
Moments are fleeting
Forever fleeting with the hum of our vehicles
And sound of rain.

-Sonja J Johnston © 04 Jul 2015