Introspective conversation in a vacuum

CONVERSATION TO THE VOID

I live imploding,
In the wind my senses sway
From the warmth I seem to possess
From the memory I left or lost.

Time being time
Carries its purpose alight
Strikes the fire, burns the log
Nothing, nothing… Seeing nothing.

The left hand pulses
The glow I carry in my chest
Closes and opens in itself
Only the concept is judged when it is respected.
I see the flower shimmer in the open air
This pain succumbing, reborn
This body slowly losing
And the mirror reflects what I am seeing.

The place where I stand when departing
The path I intend to tread
The destiny I aim to reach
I deeply feel for being able to surrender
To the old spirit that comes to visit me.

Sit here by my side
Forget the poor shoes outside
Enter barefoot for the ground is sacred
Touch my hands and sing from the heart the song.

Today I arrived at another station
I jumped off the horse, ran by your side
Searching for years what yesterday sensed about today.

When they ask you what you want,
do not answer for yourself
Speak reflecting your weight,
speak pondering your cost.

Let the desire in wanting not feed only you
Feel the blood flow, feel the mouth yield
Slowly detach yourself, lightly obtain
Conquer yourself to not get lost,
be a bridge that connects me to you.