A Little Part of Eternity

In this little part of eternity, the sky darkens, and the target seems unclear, there are missionary angels, and yesterday's dream, and colourful lightning, streaming in many directions, and the sky just stands there, oppressed, the silent sky and the wind, and personal breath, an entrapment, and the anxious moment, knowing its past, but suspicious of its future, and the darkness, the obvious and inevitable darkness, shines like a memory, and then there is the space between the invevitable and the memory, and the only way to go to, is, escape. And there is fear in the heart, and the past burns inside the present, and the memory of yesterday, and in younger years, things would have been different, and today, there is the search for the place of tomorrow, and then there is sleep, and visitation, and suggestion, and then the morning breaks, and the day begins again, in this little part of eternity.