One

The distant echoes
of the withering shades
of light approve.
A chilly wind caresses
the wounds of the soul.
silence.
satisfying silence.
yet, hints of whispers propagate.
the sands of time
stop flowing, but
the time has come.

velvet and satin
numb the pain
the tormenting journey
from the humane,
to the soul
shall herald the return.
the return to innocence
The destination is
eternal, tranquil, perfect.
The realms of perfection
must be explored
because it results
in One.
Let me be One.