The Ponderer


White lies upon what we had seen,
an amber entrance to the past,
a shell, as soft as cool, a dream
so dreamless, it will surely last.

And then a giant deeply breathes,
yet, just inhaling, holding breath.
The squanderer of lives deceases,
but saving life throughout it’s death.

Eternal sleep, eyes opened wide,
a fleeting sleeve on naked skin.
Though everything’s exposed, you hide
and stay the ponderer within.