Eternity Flowing Eternally

It's like being in a cradle bathed in light,
Hovering between two dark abyss's,
Seeing no up, no down, wrong nor right,
And then we realize the cradle doesn't exist,
Yet when we pass, with no refrence, endless symmetry
Do we fall with any direction,
Or does our soul meld with the light, dark, unity in trinity,
A witness to time, our bodies mere projection
Flowing through eternity, flowing eternally.