A Time Will Come…
There’s comes a Time when our lives stand still
inexpugnably frozen like Time itself
has become painfully ill.
A Time when our memories are trapped
Behind a distant hill
And our bodies feel nothing but
A preternatural chill.
A Time when even our closest Love
Flutters their wings in an unsteady pace
And our halo dims darker and darker
From its erstwhile state.
Dark like what is seen through our
And cold like the antecedent
Of the Titanic’s demise.
Then finally the warmth comes
Like a hand through the clouds
Nothing is left to be accomplished
Nothing is left to be seen
A Time that will remain buried
Under the tantediluvian trees.