time without consequence

Searching.
Knowing that it’s never been the same…
since the first
Time.
The uneven balance of a solid cylinder. It’s beam holding us into place.
Deafening
reverberations piercing the speed of sound… the stillness of his voice.
Blinding
lights refracting the spectrum beneath us.
We float. dancing. drowning into collage of sound.
Its pitch pervading the space between our silence until it held us all together.
Cradling.
Like a choir we whispered in waves.
Undulating up and down as we crept into a crescendo…
swaying as the wave overcame us.
Running.
Into the light. Into our moment.
A promise forever held between us. In that moment of time.
Still Searching.
Always knowing that it will never be the same as then.
And yet beam awaits…
a broken door that is always open,
if only for the reminder of that night,
if only for us as we were then…
for us, as we are now.