The Premise of Time

I wander through the premise of time, seeking for what is rightfully mine; I watch July creeps slowly through the roof and reality crawls on its behind with a message that is divine, while the fast moving clouds with its avalanche of wishes screaming a mile away hold conference with the mountain throll that kept staring all day at the universe as it breaks away and somewhere at the back of my mind I felt the heavens moving in a spin and the earth begin to dance with the breeze. I wander through the premise of time coalescing with a vision that is deeper than my mind, I watch the rainbow saturate in the sky and the clouds folding in a ball moving rapidly across the galaxy, and the stars in undefined numbers parade swiftly through the skies circling the orbit with a magnitude of light flowing in front of it and the moon with its splendid fervor pilot the city throughout the night and my heart endorses due diligence over the universe at midnight, I love to watch the stars glow and listen to galaxy as it sings. It is that part of nature that you cannot see, it is the vision that is wrapped up inside of me, and the passion that lies below in the sea is washed up at the shores with heartfelt dignity and the waves coming in from the deep has something special for thee, if you look closely in between the lines you will find the wish that you hope for and the scares of the earth will heal and a new day will begin. Can you see what I see? The universe is crying for thee and the bosom of the sea is yearning after you, can you feel what I feel? The measure in the scale is waiting at the front to the rail and if you touch the solitude inside, my spirit will come alive once more and destiny will clothe you with silver and gold, the premise of time is standing in line so meet me at the gate before day break.