The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.

Deep into the midnight
below the gleaming star,
I stepped on the running wall — the creation of Nirvana,
lights.

Heaven's an enigma
a forged between the steely and the curve
the star's collision and the minor parts
have the iciest heart — a grain of Truth.

Prophesy the future,
shuffle the sheets
and let them look at
your eyes — does it carry the dullest truth?
Or a blundered ignorance?

Does the dawn of the newborns
form the hallowed mysteries
of heaven's plea?
Into the Unborn
where the sky holds a mere certainty.

You climb long — to match the moon's faint
and the beaming sunlight;
where the galaxy
was just as narrow
as the strange fragments
of what we see?

Then if beneath us was the roaring storm,
will it expose the unborn?
Will the dream catch us
when we fall asleep?

Into the future.

A love story come true and
I never imagined true love
Would be with you
The perfect match
And a beautiful soulmate
Too,

And all my dreams are richly fulfill
Because of you,

And now I've found you
I've falling madly in love with you and our love is pure and sweet,

And looking at you
Gives me thrills
And I know why I've fallen in love with you because I truly love you.

.
#Of the night,

comes a delicate veil,

wrapping like a cuddle,

heralding comfort,

whispering dreams to lovers,

blowing kisses to the dark,

teasing peaceful promises,

of the night.#



© Pagan Paul