Post by ink on Mar 30, 2013 12:02:48 GMT -7
We are eternal,
so time is relative.
A train’s whistle shrieks,
going ‘round and ‘round
through the cacophony of life,
sluicing through the murky-clear waters
that wash over (shape) us.
We meet endlessly,
time and time again,
echoing through
seconds,
decades,
millenniums,
eras.
The desert sky stretches
over our heads hearts minds souls
and the sea churns
under our feet regrets decisions memories.
We are love and life
and calamity and premature death,
so don’t you dare forget us;
time is relative,
so we are eternal.
so time is relative.
A train’s whistle shrieks,
going ‘round and ‘round
through the cacophony of life,
sluicing through the murky-clear waters
that wash over (shape) us.
We meet endlessly,
time and time again,
echoing through
seconds,
decades,
millenniums,
eras.
The desert sky stretches
over our heads hearts minds souls
and the sea churns
under our feet regrets decisions memories.
We are love and life
and calamity and premature death,
so don’t you dare forget us;
time is relative,
so we are eternal.
Haaaay it's a thing! Feel free to comment beloooow! I guess this is a love poem but I didn't write it about anyone in paticular hurm
Because its true.