Wind of Time
The ocean like smell is carried by cool summer breeze
The wind murmurs between the trees
From the past the future flees
Time moving slow like amber colored honey made by bees
Like a river time flows
Where it stops no one knows
But only one way it goes
Forward like the expanding soul it grows
But when different areas of time in one space will combine
The results will be sublime when they will align
The different dimension will form its spine
Generating something nearly divine
In the field or a dark meadow grass stands tall
The predator that lives there has no teeth at all
Yet it is one of the most dangerous beasts of them all
It is time which man fears deep within his soul
From this predator you cannot run
Anymore then you can avoid rising of the sun
It takes long before it’s done
But sooner or later you will be gone
But maybe there is something more
Like hidden core
The multitudes of vortexes that connect later with before
And since the time is suspended by first vortex the numbers of them all will never reach temporal shore
Yet this is just the base of the soul
And does not even reach beyond abstract at all
In the paradox of beyond abstract and essence of soul
There is a chasm where resides sublime divine destiny first and most profound of them all
When it is taken away like from thirsty spirit water filed chalice
And one stands at the edge of precipice
When predator seems to be close and all seems fruitless
Have fate in your own abilities and dimensionless nature of justice
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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