The Bread of Angels

I look up and sense the stars across the heavens a faint glimer behind all that matters. there deep among the images the possible adrift in the darkness of night. An intimate cocoon we slide along the folded edges of time; for one moment it is the beginning and the end of all that is. It fades into the mist as it closes around the tightness we cannot escape. In the company of silence I am left breathless.