One moment spent inside of paradise,
Will give us the view that is better
Than a thousand years spent in demise
Measured by the things we surrender.
Unrestricted but refined and free,
There was a crashing sound at the gate,
We are all look round for a place to flee
But our reaction has too late.
Scooping up the dyed pieces dried stiff,
From the burning sun that is yet young,
Swift time command that nothing be lost,
And took faith to where the wind has blown.
From the lower clouds gently falls
A soft spring rain rejuvenating the air,
Descend from the sky small miracle
That we believed renew the atmosphere.
I began to live a playful dream,
With the first snow fall,
Of dusty white flakes gathered clean
To throw snowballs
Night rode a long way,
to hide in the dark what might be,
secrets impossible to find conclusively,
imagery of light shading the reality.
Nerves crack and slit,
Changing faces all through the night,
Fluttering with different mast,
Beat the withered veins in either breast,
Night without darkness,
Is doing the same as,
Day without sunlight,
Both light and darkness,
We marvel at its beauty and brilliance,
It is a priceless phenomenon,
Which defies the imagery of science?
And spread drops in visible spectrum.
I lost that hidden desire
The things I once possess,
I think I lost the blazing fire,
Dreaming of them become obsess.