Aether

	Deep in layers unwarm drifting
	Lower in depths still descending
	On wide billows slowly floating
	In colder streams smoothly drifting
	Beauty unleashed
	Light wind flowing
	Heard Silence
	A dance to abyss would soon follow
	Once another would soon swallow
	Darkness as the light most silent
	Silence as the darkest of voices
	From Silence and anything
	To Silence and nothing
	Is the path of final solitude