the rabbit bounced.
the train sounded.
the time had come.
they left it behind.
the moon glowed at them
it bled a soft white light.
they followed their fingers
and it led them to their nose.
they followed their nose
and it led them to their dreams.
the times they were double
merged with the times they were one.
they fell into the spread
they got lost in the grains.
the seams of time swallowed them whole
and they became like the distance
foever moving, forever full.
sprinkles of glee
slices of bliss.
always conversing
in the ripples of mist.
the inspiration of the ending
the wholeness of the start.
they melted together