Oh, how fast the clock turns in time,
Space shifts in rhyme.
Disarmed to the lonely vast plain,
As the wind wanes.
Posed to usher the aching frost,
Through moments lost.
Suspended above canyons crossed,
Rivers lost to the hardened crust,
And precious metals turn to rust,
Space shifts in rhyme, as the wind wanes through moments lost.
And thus, how did I forget thee?
Into the sea
The luminous stars fell somewhere.
I lay ensnared
To the beckoning long ago
Of war and woe.
The bluebells ring softly below
To the cracked and arenose ground,
Oh, how the horizon drowned
Into the sea, I lay ensnared, of war and woe.