The smallest heart

Everything known, diminished by the only thing that is wanted.
The image of a love, an everlasting incantation, swaying back and forth.
With all and none, the loading breath composes its own end.
The silhouettes are the dream itself, transformed to a vivid spectacle of friction.

A moment observed.

The sun erased, a cold embrace.
A freezing stance, a wish fulfilled.
Daily enquiries initiate a haze of thought.
The light ridden temple has been corrupted.