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Time melds together into blurry moments of definable passion.
Bringing about something I thought couldn't happen.
A millennium gone twisted into the ether.
Vanished without a memory.
A trial not meant nor fit for the meagre.

Corporeal vessel of twenty-four.
Eternal souls on the waves of time.
Certainly aged much more.
In these arms of mine.

A thousand times over.
You've breathed your last breath.
Immortal souls together.
We transcend life and death.

We found each other once more.
“I feel like we've known each other forever, have we met in the past?”.
A thousand times over.
Each more longing than the last.

“If your soul could speak of our love, the seas would implode and the skies would burn.”
For that is the true reason your soul cannot learn.

Wiped clean of colossal treasure.
Wealth our people couldn't fathom nor measure.

A thousand times over.
We'll find each other more.
Our passion like time is endless.
Waking up upon the eternal shore.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
You sat on coloured carpets
As a child
Wondering when the time would come
To grasp certain four lettered mysteries -
Titled love, life. Both questions for another day.

You stand now on technicolour floors
Painted, though not quite as vivid
Manufactured this time round - glass mirror-bred tricks of the light.

And all those mysteries from so long ago - far off questions left for a far off day - they baffle you just the same.
nearly nineteen and still clueless as hell

— The End —