Darkness

In the ebony night time stops to flow, the still hands of the impetus clock freeze the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants for listless life wandering on the shadows of past, stares through the layered strata of darkness, designed to mask the acuity lattice. Clumped silver cloud gleams with astral halo, moon dust drapes the mind with mesmeric glow, as ordained stars sprout hope remotely in the dark night of the inner cosmos. Indomitable faith fertilizes the fallow mind, void perception in miasma fill elixir of exuberance , waits for the new sunrise to see the creepy cloud in the obsidian sky melts, resurgent rain suffuses the silhouetted senses, for in the stalled time on agonized psychic canvas there is a darkness framed.