Inertness of the mind is a valuable asset,
The places I belong to, the thoughts that I share,
Timeless seconds bounded by the clock,
Even when they aren't, they are always there.
A respite from thoughts, for a few moments lived,
A breath of the old, a sniff of the new,
Talk of tomorrow, our dreams are there
Anchored in the present and always in view.
Our verses are old, our thoughts are too,
Though faces have changed, our love has not;
Scattered like dust, yet there like air,
Always around, with just a thought.
Always rising through the mundane clouds
Of disbelief and a tendency to doubt,
An effervescent dream in a time so dark,
A checkered board of the past, what it's all about.
And time shall tell us when the time shall come,
When our steps shall match, our eyes will meet,
Spread out like emptiness in this wondrous void,
As the grass grows greener beneath our feet.
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