POETIC PLAY STUDIO

There is a niche hidden in the ruined soul,
Past the thinking mind and feeling of the heart,
Beyond the beyond,
Where my realm flourishes with light,
Created from the blending of water and air,
Sensing the calmness as my essence,
As the light of reflection,
And your world dwells in dark,
Compelled from fire and ice, hidden from light,
Sensing the chaos as your nature,
As the nightmares of sacrifice,
In between our world,
There is a bridge of grassland where we meet,
In the mysterious alley of shadows,
Where our presence implies our absence,
Dancing in the hues of remembrances,
Beneath the spirit of fire,
Till the ashes of me and you remain,
While I can’t pull you in light but hold you in dark,
To pass through the horrors of the passage together,
As our tale acts as an expression of the burning of me and you.
In the meadows of transition.