Traverse the Sky

Voices ache to whisper
In the ceaseless night
To endings that seem like never
We ponder upon flights
Of staircases
To mazes
Of infinite abstractions
Fateful decisions
Lost in transitions
In an awkward stage whisper
You'll remember
The murals of episodes
We both painted
All tainted, tinted
Against the colourless sky
And I wonder why
We're never on the same leverage
Oh, my.