Isthmus
by Adam Ritchie

Rapture fades into a soft glow
Like the morning sun, peaking above the hills
Sublimity and comfort,
All is quite
Nothing can express
Our silent vows
Heard across the void of ourselves
Infinite between us
Silence is all we know

The symphony of our souls

About the Author:
Adam Ritchie is 19 years old, lives in the United States, and his goals include becoming a studio artist and author. He's been studying esoteria for six years and art all his life. He can be reched at reached at iao_longes@yahoo.com.