Down and down, the heart ticks away its beats towards an unknown final number .
Doing its job in silence.
Well, almost but not quite.
The ear can't hear as well as two fingers on the neck.
Whether nor not every second counts, it does.
The door is but a blink in the mist, taking shape only once it is passed.
Standing tall and sentinel.
Watching those who cross.
Hindsight is the magical spell that makes it manifest.
Not that one may ever exit through it.
Up in the clouds, none keep watch, nor do any write down names.
No passenger manifest.
There's naught upon which to ride.
They are sure, however, that someone awaits them.
They see in all a response to their pleas.
The final key touched sends the last note fading to a simple whisper.
Tiny embers glow in ash.
Stinking up the air.
Too weary to scratch at the ghost of an itch.
Stale breath riding the final exhale.
Doing its job in silence.
Well, almost but not quite.
The ear can't hear as well as two fingers on the neck.
Whether nor not every second counts, it does.
The door is but a blink in the mist, taking shape only once it is passed.
Standing tall and sentinel.
Watching those who cross.
Hindsight is the magical spell that makes it manifest.
Not that one may ever exit through it.
Up in the clouds, none keep watch, nor do any write down names.
No passenger manifest.
There's naught upon which to ride.
They are sure, however, that someone awaits them.
They see in all a response to their pleas.
The final key touched sends the last note fading to a simple whisper.
Tiny embers glow in ash.
Stinking up the air.
Too weary to scratch at the ghost of an itch.
Stale breath riding the final exhale.
