A Story Still Unwritten

The fog dissipates
But only for the moment
Such a beautiful
Scope of time
That rings around
My mind
And suddenly the clairty
Is all too vibrant
Colors pop
And walls drop
As my soul and heart
Collide
Into the voided space
Inside

Exploding whispers
Of life
As they flicker out
The moments passing
Passing as they come
Glimpses of
Fractional lacuna

The fog falls
Around the long halls
With pictures hanging
Of brutal memories
That held the vacinity
In darker lights
With a heavy smog
That could not be
Swept out
Holding it's guests
Hostage from the
Moments trying so
Hard to spill out
And splatter the world

Exploding moans
Of hearts
Bursting with lust
As they fan out
The moments presented
As they force themselves
Where it feels most right

The fog scatters
Around your face
Reminding me
Of preoccupied
Glorious space
That is glowing
Inside and out
In the moment
We create
As they flourish
To the ground
Beneth the path
We set out to see
The clearly unpaved path