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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