Time gathers, unscathed by opportunity,
White-washed sound caresses velvet curtains.
Lights flicker, snickering at elusive shadows.
A lone sigh penetrates the musty air.
The feeling of freedom gasps for breath,
Yet the action a mere moment to occur.
Fire erupts without a spark to call its name,
Long after the means to extinguish arrive,
Wrought eyes awaken;
The explanation to such anguish.
