Fading

by Nicholas Ross Hohl
The regimentation I have now constituted, 
not only from within my hidden dreams
but from the domain I had yet to discover
were only that of a barricade to my own entity. 
The incessant dreams left me within doubt
that I would ever find someone. 
Instead the gentle whisper of your voice 
pierced deep within the catacombs, 
where my soul remained waiting to be summoned. 
Following only the trace of your voice, 
I left that of questions and answers. 
Thus realizing the profuse impact 
you have bestowed as a gift. 
Questions now starting to fade 
remind me of the moon rising 
out of a complete and utter darkness. 
Thus making me have faith that, 
beyond the grasp of any linear time, 
connections were radically ordained.

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