“Eschaton”

In that moment,
when the stratosphere
collapses,
and we are no longer
held
by an axis;
Where the horizons
of the sky
and the sea
disappear,
and nothing but our
imaginations reappear;
When all boundaries are erased,
and we are no longer fazed;
In that moment,
when there is nothing but blue
and the sun is gone too,
and all we can see
is a reflection of me and you,
there lies my soul.
There,
I will meet you.