It seems like every twilight here,

An ant beneath starless pink Indian skies,

Feels like they’ll never be another day,

Like I’ll never see another sunrise,

And in this illusion of an eternal moment,

Time lasts forever…perhaps I wonder if,

My soul can live forever soaring above,

This black canvas, flying away…

It feels magical, as magnetic energy,

Streams through the heavy air,

And I can hear almost everything,

Paralysed in a moment of perpetual awe,

And even putting what my eyes can see,

Into words that are intelligible,

Is too difficult without being clouded,

By the beauty and sadness around me.