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Beyond Time


The sun no longer exists Silent moon now in her place The brilliantly bright blue Dimmed to dismal dull darkness The whimsical clouds of pure white Dispersed into angry sheets of fog The world slumbers, eyes closed Drifting to the land of dreams All is still all is quiet but one She sits waiting for sleep to come Unaware that it is far from her Because sleep takes over the body Encases the soul, fills the heart And puts the brain in a deep slumber Sleep evades her, because her brain ponders Her soul encased in thought Her heart filled to its maximum He's on her mind, fills her heart, has her soul The love she has for him will never fade A silent tear slides down her face Her lover no longer resides on this earth He's gone, drifting above alongside angels He watches from the heavens and his soul aches He misses her, more than the heavens can imagine Soul mates forever till time ends Death will not be the end of their love She walks to her window and looks to the heavens She see's his face in the stars, in the clouds Hears his smile in the blowing wind Just once, she wants to see him, touch his face From the heavens, he reaches for her From the windowsill, she reaches for him Stretching their hands as far as they can bear Just a few more feet, so she stands on the balcony His spirit spills over the clouds breaking the laws of heaven Just a few more inches now she can almost feel him Seconds before their fingers touch, but her balance begins to fade Gravity takes effect her body plummets slowly to earth The moon no longer exists silent sun now in her place The dismal dull darkness changes to brilliantly bright blue angry sheets of fog now whimsical clouds of pure white The world is now awake, eyes open, drifting back from the land of dreams All is loud, all is alive but one, her body lays broken on the asphalt Happiness finally encaptures her soul, mates till the end of time Tick...Tock...Tick...(Silence) time itself has ended
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