Chances ae slim the face will appear.
Hovering in space, close to me.
In case the possibility were to prevail,
A beat would skip within my heart.
Motion and time still do not wait,
Again and again, my breath doth wait.
Neither here nor there will be a thought,
Otherwise the day is for naught.
My days will journey forth,
Into oblivion, the time will pass.
My thoughts again will wane for naught,
Into again, oblivion, my heart is lost!
**NH**
