Neither there nor here –
dwelling in the inbetween where nothing is real,
yet it all lives and has its being.
Deem it a dream –
a heartbeat of torment perpetual.
It is madness viewed through the eyes of the eternal –
a foreign iconoclast so closely distant.
Dancing in the breeze like some aethereal sylph,
the heavens sing and the heart screams;
for the watcher has forgot to be human.
The Nocturnal Versifier 