In the Eve of the Day, when the Moon is plundering about, trying to make way without haste... in the Eve of the Day, when the Sun is Waning, thinking of hiding away... then is when my Heart silences itself, made aware of time and the infinity of it's Wondrous Embrace... which does not exist beyond the dry Flame of Fate...
When the Morning Bird Sings and the Dew begins to Dry, and Warmth begins to Flood the Earth... when the Crickets die down from their Slumberous Sighs, scampering underneath Grasses so Green... then is when my Heart reflects on dreams; dreams come, dreams gone, dreams so badly realized, they could hardly be dreams at all...
Save the Reality of our Days, that come with Fragrant Haze, shadows dipping in and out... in those days, passed and coming, but the one we live, today... then is when my Heart Cherishes the Day and Night... the Dawn and the Dusk, early morn and the deep, not always silent, Dark of Night...
We Laugh, we Cry, we Smile and look about; and let our Tears be from Joy found Deep, as deep as the oceanous Womb of the Sea... where Echos abound, bouncing from reef to reef, and do Thunder across the Water, Green and Blue... making Silent even the Sky, which cheers, above, and sometimes cries, for things left unsaid, and deeds left undone.
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