Other Side of White

Time and tide fading like wilted flowers cascading in to earthly matter for rebirth the cycle of here, then and now is never ending a tale of conspicuous moments entangled forever a dream of rigid euphoric essences bravely etched into the aeons of light yards ever rising, ever blinding on little odd posts of page's soul it never fades long enough, only for as long as it last yearning for a parting lot where destruction litters in its wake a fools path to salvation reminiscing the old made new as it paints in shades not old, not new not white nor black all lying on the otherside of white