I stare at the empty page
My hands resting on the fibers
Connecting to what is to become
Before conception
And the Shadows dance
To the right of my field of vision
Playing without fully materializing
Their haunting shift
Is there a discovery just beyond
Or is this just a game
I keep glancing over
Hoping to find the source
Only to find the empty air
On this humid night
There exists a static energy
Heavy with knowledge
Memories of the Past
Holding space for the Now
And the weight of what is to Come
Stepping through
Will they tell me their secrets
Or share just enough to break my heart
And watch me reform
Jealous of my touch
Grounded and Substantial.
by Rine Aylar 