But a Thought

Long after passage through the desert front of countless mirages. Over my shoulders, Trails of impression thoughts left behind me. I had already approached the sands of time, Only to leave my footprints in the biosphere of the presently. Setting my eyes facing the blue horizon of masterly sky kingdom. Under the Wings of Immortality, I wonder with words of tears. They speak well in my behalf, Therefore silent is me. Utter for my heart, Please. "What kind of beauty captives the reader's soul eyes?" "Or is lovingness but a moment in the breeze?" Than I dwell on for a sorrowful event of brief. Within discreet. "What must it take for the pen to achieve destiny on paper?"