Your words are my eyes,your passion my breathe,can we let go of what we have forgotten.
Trying to comprehend its analogy in how,the sense of self is separate from time and notion.
Fear not,for in poetry all is truth,upon the rock of wisdom lies the truth.
Years erode us more than we allow,without even crying outloud,in a world of silence.
Forever is a metaphor for now and now a metaphor forever,underneath the word is the desire for such words,no clarity and no eyes beyond the faith.
In a world immaculate and bright,leading one,unwilling,to forsake.
For where it once was,it shall always be,a part of you and me,
in a world of silence.