In the calm they come
From the grave cold and quiet
The past upwelling into present
Lost to the waning future
Fate found them and reclaimed
Back to oblivion's infinate wake
The eddies of chronos currents
Where souls intangible mingle
Memories of their existence
They seem to be but dreams
Illusions to make what is real
Know meaning, know feeling
Mirages in a destitute place
Devoid of permanenence
Of solidified dimension
Concrete is all abstract
Planes intersecting, unjoined
Do fingers touch temporal
Does a soul know sensation
Behold, a boundless universe
Cannot be entrapped so
Phantoms of quandaries
They lie somewhere between
The light reoccurring of hope
And dark eternal in the void