SAT (Suspended Above Time)
STILL (Silent Thoughts in Lingering Light)
In this windowless room, the clock hands pause—
Welcoming whispers of time that never truly was.
Shadows stretching, reaching for the fading light,
as Day blows a gentle kiss to Night.
A leaf, amber and worn,
drifts silently.
It speaks of journeys on winds unseen,
of places untouched, what it has seen.
Yet in its flight of grace,
a dance with the air, a slow embrace.
It asks softly, without a sound,
where do we go when no one's around?
For in this leaf, a story untold,
of life, of loss, of growing old.
A quiet reminder, in its descent,
of precious moments, quietly spent.