There is only one time
That the heart beats like..
No other moment in time..
And within that moment..
It abides as a heavenly season...
That becomes ~ The eye of aye..
Mid whispers of sweet rest..
Outlying all understanding..
As wishes...Would demand...
Calling upon the dead calm..
Between two candles burning..
From gallant rivers flowing oft-n-afar....
While the heart carries within it..
The beckoning of gracefulness.
Mid the bustle...Of horizons..
Adorning the approach of ever after..
With endless days and nights..
Galore ~ Amongst legions..
Standing on top of the tallest mount..
With a white wind courts caressing...
Cradled by the comfort of the stars..
That sparkle brightly mid the locks..
Bridged over the crowning shoulders..
Warmly spoken of ~ By the sun..
O So! ~ Cheerful with desire...
Blest with feelings...Deep within..
With a full array inspirit by velvet...
There is only one time
That the heart beats like..
No other moment in time..
And it shall be heard as..
The cleansing of the universe..
Mid deep sounds..Of hearts beating..
The eye of aye...At the beginning again..
Of eternity...From the chest of dawn..
At the entrance of enduring sight.
Bravely glancing at the cresting..
Of the great waters and their tides..
Coming forth...Mid the unity of one..