Parvilion

Where dares the pavilion stand? Some Sweet opium desires fire my dreams... And vacant empires long loss, passing pyres rise High through ancient desires, they linger. My thoughts are drifting here to there nowhere back when time was gold, wind rushing to where a pavilion stood! Board, white and wide along the shores of infinity Blue seas riding to the sapphire sky that slip back sublime… Awash in the hours, of some sweet opium dream and thoughts of Empire, where vacant thoughts seem void! Divinity long lost my in design and desire, across the sea‘s rising to a sky of infinity… burning celluloid. Blazing in the sapphire sky and all I can see is the time of grand design… A Pavilions stands alone silently along shores of tranquility… (this is where it dares)