The Other Side

If life is a journey

Then direction is insignificant

And passage should be unconstricted 

Through this aberrant sojourn in time

While here

I prevail in icicle moments
hanging from a thin sky
Dripping microseconds
Which evaporate before they hit where there's no ground

Within the icicles

I spin on my heels,

And march through strange corridors

Flippantly constructed for me

Counting every breath, marking every step

I seek a beating pulse in each clangorous footfall

Sometimes I pause

On unfamiliar shores edging unexplored vastnesses

My eyes reaching the heaving watery horizons

From where age, like swelling tide

Rises in rollicking waves 

Each touching a note higher than the previous

Before breaking into scintillating moments 

On moist sands of time

Sometimes I sit on the moist sand

And gaze at the pieces of past

Just watching through the wait of long lazy hours

Looking for a glimpse of myself 

Or an eyeful of you

And the drumming of a heartbeat in that!