8 April 2012
Mine.
A machine in which I travel
To places only memories exist
They will not fade
But become solid form
For they are present
As am I
Not in you’re world
Their world
Or my world
But HIS
a place to ignite a loss
To rekindle a dream
Was it a dream?
It is not an imagined realism
So clear to see for it was once believed to be reality
No.
It is a reality that was
Wading through sands rich with time
Staring into eyes once known
Enchanted with those never met
A brilliant gloss of euphoria
Painted generously into every memorie
Heaven?
Heaven • Opuss № I