My will blends smoothly

Within this blackened pool

Of lightless,

melting ether.

Luminously I glide

Inside the depthless, dark

Ember,

liquid symphony.

My form is but a dream

Turned to whispered shadows

Like whispy

veils of ashes.

The silken fluid hides all names

And speechless sings

Of ancient

mysteries.

I listen not with ears

To hear it tone:

"Welcome!

You're home."