I am no longer the battlefield
The rapture is in my hands
I am the space between rain drops
I am the air, the sea, and land
I am the dragon that exhaled
The smoke to make the clouds
No longer do I dredge through sands
Adorned in burial shroud
I am time and I have created all that I see
Right now is forever
And with a blink I can erase history
As though yesterday was never

I am an illusion
All that is you claim to see
Is only there if you perceive it to be
But it isn’t there and nor are you
Becoming less aware
Only my sight can make you whole
You are not the flesh you wear
I was conceived inside a dream
I am the new creator
Creating dreams you cannot see
Because I am saving them for later

The rapture is in my child’s tears
Frozen in a broken heart
The softest and most fragile things
Can tear my inner worlds apart
There is still life here in still-life
When we wake, the sand turns into stone again
The flame’s becoming cold again
And you cannot breathe under water
Only because you don’t believe you can
I am eternal and I have found home
Where each second lasts for hours
And forever never counts past one
Time ticks in the bloom of a flower
Learn to measure life by moments
Not by dollars or by minutes
When life begins at every breath
The past becomes irrelevant.