Between the labyrinths of time and space

Between labyrinths of time and space
There is a place
Past the dialectics of absurdity reflect the being of nothingness
There is a dream
Where orbs of Chrystal spheres dance to symphonies of pure delight
There is a sound
Echoed through canyon walls beyond
There is a silence
Where time stands still and sheaths of illusion melt away
There is a truth
Dreams from the mountain top lay dormant in shadows of naked alleys
In the decadence of despair
There is an ocean
Withered hands like driftwood are open as beads of sand that pass
Through the shadow of our past
There is a light
We face the future with empty hands and Socratic dreams
There is the day
Goliath awakes us at the gate as we ponder at a humble stone by the setting sun
There is the moment