Authored: June 10, 2023

Dust collects, memories persist
In the darkness an illusion of breath
Something is summoned
Illusion takes a human form.

The felt touch, synapses collide
Fingers indent soft flesh
Somehow Faith has returned
Under the indigo lights of Eos.

A whisper in the dark
Contours of mind and matter
Explosions in the mind
Something re-ignites
Under the skies of Eos.

There's illusion in the air
And we fell unto each other
Dust rose into the air
New memories are made.