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.
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
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.
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