The eternal consciousness lied asleep,movementless,waiting..
As time moved,sometimes forward,sometimes backward..
He enjoyed the movement,eyes closed,lips holding smile,as if a child..
For the moment to be born..
And in the blank silence he was born..
In the lap of time,that was moving in reverse from time unknown..
Yet in silence he moved,quite,alone..
Towards the time that stopped getting stuck in the reversal..
And walks forward..
Towards the path back home..
Slow, painful,yet the years moved..
And eyes closed he lied..
As if he had no feelings..
In the lap of time..
Waiting for the day to go back home,where his heart beats
