I have a date with tomorrow -or never ...
As I wait for .I sculpt 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.
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Dream like and surreal. Well written
a place where the 4 dimensions of non-time fade into eternity ...
What of the fifth dimension?
The poetic dimension .
A journey of the soul through the music of time, leading to that mysterious hour of dreams when the boundaries between past, present, and future simply dissolve.
what time is it in infinity ?
Wow, Lorenz, this is an exquisitely gothic meditation on time, death, and whatever waits beyond them. The dreamlike imagery carries us across that shadowed threshold without pretending to reveal what lies there. Truly sublime, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It's a fascinating source of inspiration to give a face to the hours...
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