Cascade To Cadence

Once along those lines, counted your years here... Was this then? ornate clasps solace thee, upon its iris, all exempt from night, Thy day decides, laud shall lead us on, Spoken, 'tis breath already expired, exhale, down hills, scurry curtsied runnel quips ye, have you not Life? or does life have you knot? do you, not laugh the casket on blooms? this nightmare won ye, shrouded lids lash, await! Have I lost, its timed overt petals? Twas darkness cascading crosswise, nay ye mask, waterfalls, could tremble beneath tincture's awning, Young solemn face, grows splendor for light, So then as this was, pistils shrivel tessera's fib, undo its pulse, a cadence true of one, One measure at a time, one string strung tight, and your expression, cleft, as if said, "If only, you can see; what I see, now."