There is a place within,
Where faded thoughts
Of loves lost and pain gained
Rest in quiet settling.
And there are times when
I tumble forward into this solemn space,
Dropped and open,
Free falling into its inky blackness.
I open my arms and legs wide and
Slowly swirl like a five-pointed pentagram,
Drifting softly down through the mists of my memory.
And there I find
Repose in the deep love and longing,
Solace where my soul rests,
And comfort there
in the depths of my silence.