In the essence of time forgot,
lingers the lure of promises bought,
song was deciphered
but meaning was lost,
in the essence of time that may be forgot.
~
Capture the fragrance of love and the lure,
the taste, the touch, yet no-one is sure,
swimming in sequence of promises bought,
can not figure why this time can't be caught.
~
Picture us standing, we're far, and we're near,
time blinked an eye, and one disappeared.
Swiming in time that was, and was not
a continuum of love? a dimensionless quat?
~
'Tis in the hour of time that was naught,
swimming in sequence of promises bought,
capture the deepening of old and the new,
soon seen by all, now only by few.



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