The Gentle Falling Poem by Vision Ghost

Warming to the slow collapse of an accolade to the day
When all is finished, challenges with nothing left to say
Bring forth the relaying breath of exhale to administer

To this quiet night that brings the repairing to this mind
From an evocation of words both so cruel and so kind
That one feels a healing sense of air so light and weightless

Charm caressed within and throughout the enigma of living
So much so that the breath is unique to the spirit breathing
Singular in voice as one is without conversation right now

Breaking of conversing souls from the heart in many words
To reel now the silence as thoughts gather in such upwards
That an attribution of healing is sought from the communing

Expressions foundered quickly and without the realisation
Of the gesture for the notion of formation within affirmation
Washes over like the rain that cleanses skies of dust and dark

Emotions in all their awe and frustration to thus comprehend
Finalise in the passive thoughts provoked infinitely to no end
That a castle can be built in words to last for centuries more

A day one may stand and ask themselves who was before this
Within the remains of the great vision obscured by idealist mist
Calms for the sleep from fatigue often accepted of loss of time

And the acceptance of the drifting toward this silent nether state
That one day will as everyday bring us closer to the deathly fate
When we breathe no more as a human world accommodates not

These of resting thoughts ponder mine to the next dawn to witness
That I maybe anointed in purification thus touched or else to bless
Beyond any sense of god, that I myself can understand that is all