What Was That Never Was

What Was That Never Was

An escape to the morning sun
From the bitter harshness
Of a frosty night
A welcome respite for sight
Clear and sharp features
Trademark perfection
The handiwork of the gods
We conversed in a strange tongue
The language of silence
Understood by just us two
The mystery of the universe
Unfolding like the morning blossom
Of the wild red rose
Lost in heavenly trance
As time mounted wheels
Faster than the speed of light
That seemed to dance us dizzy
But then came the clouds
Stealth, by all means inevitable
Followed by the thunderous bark
And the tears of farewell
That washed off all disguises
The temporary illusion of perfection
An opium for time travel
To what was that never was

03:12:12

 

Mr. Malcolm

 

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