A single minute differs..
Old and new in numbers..

A pathway layered with melancholy crumbles
I bow, kneel, rise, humble

On pathways ease and breeze
Lovely thoughts to freeze

Eyes down a single minute.
I second my tribute

To time in time
Spirit high and low, never too slow.

Remember remember
To never surrender

To fear nor grim weather
Poor down in together

Remember remember
To never surrender

To hate nor the latter
Judges who matter

Remember remember
To never surrender

To mute love tender
Ever sweet surrender

Let our bleed rust
Oxide our soul
Deep red died out
Our stain as a remain

Of our blood spilled
Over time, then, now!
Our rust still, how..
Not a will, as water never still
Seeks rust, deep dark
To forget.. our red.

As every thought lives
Through one last myth

As might be it!
As a second to none...

If we had one...

Myth to live
None of any
True to many
Second to spare
Thought to dare

Cry me a river
And let our blood rust
Slow staining our lust
Pale and dry up north
Our last tears seeking
If it is worth
Though our oxide died
As our rain dried..

A summer is always forgotten
as our thoughts rotten,
of lights and light thoughts.
A flower much sought,
florish a lapse of time.
I can only call mine,
thoughts that were,
once all over.

Pursuit on the circle
We all share
Without any spare
Step up move up
But, right down
It is, our dawn.