Faces dwindle into dots
As pages fly past
Are you looking back at me
From somewhere near the horizon?
You slipped back slowly
From center stage to dark aisles,
Obscured behind the stars
While I try to figure out your smile.
So how is it beyond the sun?
Is it darker than our darkest night?
Are you swimming in brighter lights?
Have we lost our golden boy
To the world across a great divide?
Meanwhile I search for your traces
In the wind that gently sweeps in,
In the eloquence that silence brings in,
In empty aisles that seek your voice.
In the clear morning sky,
I see a hint of your smile.
Have you found a new meadow?
Did you grab a piece of the sun?
Grains of thought 