Just a few words
For tonight there is little
I care to express
In the form of a riddle
It ripples the river
Enforces its motions
Turns time into sand
As I gaze upon oceans
Intangible as it may be
It can dream
It is capable of anything
I believe
It deceives
Me to leave
Her again and delete
Its arch-enemy, memory
Still so replete
With the bittersweet
Strawberry decadent
Sentiment
Dripping in red
In my head
Where the dead lament
No present threat to you
Grim but benevolent
Split between ego and shadow
Like Harvey Dent
I am the mind
Inside mine
The Omniscient