The vortex of infinity,
Indefinite swirls,
Of cloudy dust,
Haze around thoughts,
Pure and undefined,
As the day turns to night,
Into the abyss they slip,
And plummet down,
Never to fulfill,
Their destiny,
To become the appendices,
Of a lost love,
And tumaultuous soul,
In limbo.

Nick Hilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-38/