Would you deny his ardent touch, if you could?
Has he brought wisdom as well as great pain?
Vanity’s cry in your reflection withstood
Your ignorance washed away with his rain.
Foolishly thinking you can take back your night
Each minute belongs to him and him alone
With the same voice he turned your hair pure white
His hold is deep-reaching into the bone.
When you thought that he couldn’t be watching
Closing your eyes, you feel his grip release
Slipping into a place no clocks are ticking
His reign upon your life will never cease.
Hate him for keeping you within his shroud
The Reaper’s touch, you will not disallow.
Mankind walks upon a very thin line Each but a tiny thread in the great fabric of time Twisting and turning, weaving as they go Always moving, sometimes fast, other times slow.
The past and future are connected by the now That is the only absolute that time will allow Variables make up the rest of the space, Affording individuals a unique freedom of pace.
Each of our threads’ tethers one day shall fray, From time’s great continuum, they fall away, Unable to stay in the present, the future will not come, As we take life’s last breath, our thread is done.
Our precious love transcends all time and space With no dimensional bounds this love reigns Exposed through universal elements The combustible exhaust of a match A residual image takes its form Caught not in the present past nor future Existing not in the real or unreal A shadow etched in a place far away.
Interdimensionaly often missed Eternally begotten quantum kiss.