I have a date with tomorrow -or never ...
As I wait for .I scult some cosmic waves.
A tide washes up pallid lives onto the shore ...
Past is in limbo .
It\'s either still early or already too late....
Flows the sand of eternity in the hour glass
of seconds ...
The future no longer exists .
shape of the invisible suspended within an atom
of emotion ...
The present is nothing but a musical illusion .
death plays the violin in the infinity of the final breath...
What the ephemeral like in the spirit realm ?
On the island of the dead I listened a requiem
for stillborn ...
I know you\'ll come ...I\'ll take your hand across the lake
where I threw away the key to the children of lost time ...
In the shade of the tall black cypress trees
that watch over the long graveyards
under the moon ,
I\'ll be there .Silent .
when the hour of dreams rings out ...
Sublime ethereal return.