As You Weave

As you weave
The mysteries of tomorrow,
Someone clutches
The vapours
Of yesterday. So we
Stand and stare
In utter despair
As wispy clouds
Fade into our mouths.

So when we speak,
Muted hums seep
Through our teeth
As apparitions of our past
Form. Their dense shadows
Loom like overcast
Clouds from another
World.

And yet…and yet
Beneath the space
Above, we come back
To the place where
No-one goes. Just
To see hear that silence
Again.