Nothing is timeless.
Not the mysterious stars that forecasts the after
Not the hundred year old cypress that harps of the ancient
Not the innocent smiles on that fair young maid
Not even the promises made yerterday.
We trodded through the path of time,
In the trimmings of heaven light and
Returnless ghosts
For even one chance to enter that door
We mourn, we pray, and always repent
We wear smiles that represent no one
Maybe someday when we cross the bar,
Some nightgale will sing, for we’ve learnt
To find it singing.
I hope I won’t be afraid.
And the other day shall come.
The sun will rise from the very end of the ocean, no matter.
But time is no longer the time, as we lived,
And we won’t even care.
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