minutes with david eisele

He runs through corridors of glass

chasing the ephemeral philosophy of life

while invisible  paper-like notes  tumble down into the wind

creating a pattern of conversation between you and me.

Hurled into a world divided by life and death,

he makes choices..

choices to question the meaning of my eyes that smile into his own

or another's  eyes that perhaps tear his world apart.

Sitting near him in a room surrounded by echoes and infinite  rhythm,

his words flow into me in ribbons that paint the room with flourescent light

while his eyes chase mine into infinity's stream of beginnings.

Unwavering,

time is held in a suspension that  never closes doors to the heart.

Held in a moment that has no record of time,

we both hear the symphony of  words that mimic life around us.

Silence holds the world still

 creating moments

beyond the counting of time upon days yet unfulfilled.

His eyes tear into my soul asking me for the  meaning of my world,

wanting nothing else but to hold onto the understanding of the moment.

Somewhere,

ribbons chase your thoughts as they collided with the sound your heart made

when your eyes met mine in an afternoon of flourescent light;.

infinity becoming more than an equation of minutes