We are sequentially adrift
in time’s light motion
embroiled in the obscure darkness
which turns into a lavish midnight blue
deeper than the ocean
that will define these oppressed hearts

Age endures
and if we could roll back the years
can we go beyond measure?
to question blatant morals
or do as we’re told?
fervent in sublimity,
when so bold

We are locked in dream-filled fantasy
where we find devotion
lost in our epoch
so we can rise above
the memories we shared
it is not enough
when they say time will heal,
it won’t work for love