35,000 To Midnight

On the plane heading to FL... Going to another world, through another world.

"35,000 To Midnight"

It was black
Pure and central
Silent
As if waiting
For the creation of time;
It was beginning
End
Fear and possibility
Primal
Level
Yet
Somehow textured
As I could feel it's sway
Teasing
Enticing me to come
Dive within it's mystery.

It was black
Our beginning
Our finality
Except for the solitary light
Far off
That seemed as still as we were
In those moments
Waiting
For the creation of time
And the sins that followed
That now
Make the world move
A little too fast to enjoy...

In the darkness,
One's never quite sure.
©2010cchristopherbess