Motion Media style frames

  • I see my love;
  • I fly next to her;
  • I present her with my gift,
    A small piece of solidified time
  • Lonely markings are carved into time
    As soft to the touch as the mud in shallow sea.
  • She covers her body with time,
  • And pulls me along to fly to the edge of existence.
    This is a spiritual flight:
  • In our eyes, the stars appear as ghosts;
  • In the eyes of the stars, we appear as ghosts.