Here.
Where all is gone.
The man left with only the beat of his heart and thoughts,
Amid structures of sand and stone.
Time and space still reign over the hearts and minds of men.
Where has the man holding the flowers gone to?
Was he late?
Was she at the right place?
The man muses in private,
For all the achievements of man
For all his desires
He is yet unable to summon the object of his desires.
Only the lords may choose one moment in infinity,
To grant him and her a moment where their hearts beat as one, in time and space.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Here.
Where all is gone.
The man left with only the beat of his heart and thoughts,
Amid structures of sand and stone.
Time and space still reign over the hearts and minds of men.
Where has the man holding the flowers gone to?
Was he late?
Was she at the right place?
The man muses in private,
For all the achievements of man
For all his desires
He is yet unable to summon the object of his desires.
Only the lords may choose one moment in infinity,
To grant him and her a moment where their hearts beat as one, in time and space.