Time In Heaven

A bouquet of fresh air never fades. In an intimate setting. The ocean is veiled in secrecy. Murmuration's breathtaking patterns. Starlings moving as one entity. The ego is a third party. Your secret admirer. Harmony without effort in nature, dreaming up a vast green pasture. This is no ordinary slumber. Sweet, rose-colored winds of change, The ocean is an incompatible weather vane. Dread and dream are but a consonant apart. Into an intimate setting A doe runs from perceived fears. It makes a choice to stay. Fantasy is freed into reality. A lighthouse does not chase ships. The ocean is deep, not shallow. It is the birthplace of time in Heaven.