Beyond Time and Space
floating alone in a sea
of its own, a house.
It stares at me with its paneled eyes,
And I look at him; he safely keeps
the worlds living within.
A house of memories, each room, a dream
with melodious skies and dancing streams;
Singing along with Time past,
whom I forever long to live again.
Running around when the sun rises,
Fresh air whips my face,
Grass in my toes, the morning dew,
The sun, pretty and warm, paints the sky;
The day begins anew.
Beyond Sight and Sound
flows a river, carrying within
a thousand melancholies.
Moments when time was
Frozen, worries and hurries gone.
Not a care,
Pure happiness.
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