No time for relaxation, the subject being love. Work to tell the story how once is not enough. When rhyme isn’t reason and time escapes the season. Too far round the corner to see where we’ve started and find out together, we’re all broken hearted. In peace play the marches where the battle once started. And dreams taught us laughter to feed ever after to the sound of hearts beating in tandem through time.

Words our element, speech being temporary explanation, betrayal inevitable. When rhyme and time mismatched leave us breathless and alone. Cold, granular to the bone. In the heart of esteem, we scream for fear of laughter at moment’s pause. The clause repeats as the sand defeats all aspects of morally challenged crimes. When education drops dimes on wisdom resolve dismembered.

Brief accolade, shadows fade into the occlusion. An illusion to pray false memories from a dope who can’t cope. The scope and depth so precise it’s nice to wander randomly slow. The snow is swept aside as the white adorned bride, with nothing to hide from the groom at her side. Above the chasm of unrequited love, a lonesome, powerful dove alighting upon the shoulder for who time was formed. Stormed onto scene and dimension with millennial intention. We dreamt unkempt with clothes misaligned in the foyer we dined never failing to angle our laces with no social graces and smirks on our faces. Peace begets us as it forces the age to forget.

Honorable mention, inclining our souls to the drops of omnipotent meanderings. As if any or many may dabble in rabble and babble cadabra. Doors slung wide revealing the promise and pain deep inside. The halls of forgotten whispers filled with lispers and saints free of restraints. The mosaic it paints in swath on the floor depicting the poor and monarch entombed by quick hardened stone, left alone underground our thoughts rithe in question which of us was found?